The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 776

Leopold and Matthew had just finished loading the Abernathy family into the van, including Cormac, when the stench inside hit them like a wave, almost driving them back out the door. But seeing Vivienne and the others frozen by the bedside, Leopold steeled himself and stepped inside.

The woman on the bed was a shadow of her former self, her hair tangled and matted like weeds upon the pillow. Her face was streaked with dirt, and it looked like the Abernathys hadn't bothered to clean her in ages. If it weren't for the faint rise and fall of her chest, Leopold might have mistaken her for a corpse.

Wait a minute!

Those features...

How come she looked a bit like Percival?

Realizing this, Leopold's pupils dilated, his finger pointing shakily at the woman on the bed.

Then he glanced at Percival, whose stony face was unreadable, and noticed the air around him growing colder and heavier. Leopold took a step back, feeling as if his throat had been seized. He couldn't manage to utter a complete sentence.

Finally, it was Vivienne who broke the silence. "Mr. Wolf, let's get her out of here first."

She was genuinely shocked. They had only come to fetch a witness back to Rivenwood, and here they were, stumbling upon the very person Percival had spent years searching for.

Mr. Wolf's aunt, the Ellington heiress-Holly Ellington!

"Gavin Abernathy!"

The torrential rain outside devoured any trace of light, leaving their car in the darkness, save for the occasional flash of headlights that flickered before Vivienne's eyes. Percival, with lips pressed together and eyes as cold as ice, stared into the abyss beyond the window.

Time seemed to crawl by.

she said, "Mr. Wolf, trust me, I will heal your aunt." Percival's grim expression softened slightly. He shifted, leaning his

inside him toward

had assumed that even if Gavin didn't care for his aunt, out of respect for her status as the Ellington heiress, she would be placed in an

moment Percival had pulled back the covers, even he couldn't suppress the

foul stench lingering around the Abernathy property

Holly's withered body, wounds festering and crawling with

Percival

last shred of his sanity reminded him that those people were still useful. But the agony he felt for Holly and the hatred for

his head deeper into Vivienne's stomach,

his hair as a chill flashed in her eyes. "Mr. Wolf, the dead do not deserve our

the last time he had seen such

warrior lineage was formidable,

Vivienne cared about, they couldn't just hand their life over

at the caller ID

"Hand it over."

passed the

yet tinged with anger, came through,

done now?" Vivienne didn't need to guess; she knew

Littleton's parents' graves. They've taken the ashes and

grip on the phone tightened as she inhaled

at the figure shivering on the couch, her expression bordering on hysterical, and shook her head. "Not well. She's been muttering about running out of time. She's probably been triggered by the Abernathys. Ms. Vivienne,

Vivienne's eyes. "Stay at the villa. We'll be

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