At the Boyd Mansion, a shadow began to cast itself over Percival Ellington’s usually charming features.

Truth be told, he had not frequented the Boyd Mansion often, but the few times he did, his visits invariably ended with Cecilia in tears.

As a kid, he could not fathom why the Boyds had such contempt for his mother. As he grew up, the reasons became apparent, and he stopped coming altogether.

Vivienne gazed out the car window. The Boyd Mansion was a majestic sight, grander even than the Brooks Mansion, which Maddox Perez had offhandedly referred to as “little space.”

“Percival, Ma’am, we’ve arrived,” announced Thomas as he switched off the engine and stepped out to open the car door.

Percival helped Vivienne out of the car, and they stood in front of the massive gates of the Boyd Mansion. His eyes, deep as the ocean, seemed unfathomable.

He stepped forward and rang the doorbell.

“Who’s there?” Came an inquiry through the intercom.

A slight frown creased Percival’s brow as he replied, “Percival.”

There was a momentary pause on the other end before the gate was buzzed open.

The wrought iron gate swung open slowly, yet curiously, no one came out to greet them.

Percival’s frown deepened, a thin veil of anger enveloping him.

Vivienne gently tapped the back of his hand and offered a reassuring smile.

The anger surrounding Percival dissipated instantly, and with a smile, he took Vivienne’s hand, and they walked in together.

At the entrance, two servants stood aside, revealing a man in a casual suit, the Boyd family butler. “Mr. Ellington, I presume. Please come in. The matriarch has been awaiting you.”

Percival did not respond, intending to proceed with Vivienne.

Unexpectedly, the butler stepped in their way.

Vivienne not been holding his hand, Percival was sure he would have taken off the butler’s arm

decontamination room for a cleansing shower before they can meet with the matriarch. You haven’t forgotten our rules,

Percival and Vivienne’s expressions

shoes was one thing, but a

the Boyd Mansion

processing before

gripping the butler’s arm with her ring-adorned hand. A gentle

the butler’s head, and as he was about to curse, he caught sight of

heirloom ring of the Boyd family

did it end up in the hands

through the butler’s expression, Vivienne’s lips curved slightly upward. “Isn’t there a Boyd family rule that requires one to kneel to greet

arm,

family had many such protocols. In fact, many families did, but as time passed and the world changed, these rules were slowly forgotten, especially by the younger generation, who would never truly expect someone to

seldom spoken of,

the head of the family mentioned them, no one dared

the ground, Vivienne

bowed. “Ma’am, please wait here. I will

Vivienne’s permission, the butler hurried into the Boyd mansion, his injured

“Trouble, matriarch!”

the butler burst in, agitation written all over his wrinkled face. “What’s the rush? Is the house on fire? Didn’t I tell you to take Percival and his

reading glasses, Wendy

that slut…

Even Wendy, ever composed, was visibly shaken

that ring for thirty years to

knew her mother had hidden it, giving it to that cheap woman

were best friends, which was

to Wendy’s absolute surprise, her mother gave this extremely important ring to her least favorite

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