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.

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

control the hatred bubbling up inside

Ellington heiress, she would be placed in an

covers, even he couldn't suppress the rising bile in his

stench lingering around the Abernathy

that soiled and stained blanket was Holly's withered body, wounds festering and crawling

that moment, Percival

were still useful. But the agony he felt for

allowed himself to bury his head deeper into Vivienne's stomach, his clenched eyes hiding the torrent

swallowed hard, her hand gently caressing his hair as a chill flashed in her eyes. "Mr. Wolf, the dead do not deserve our hatred." Matthew glanced up through

time he had seen such a chilling

ancient warrior lineage was formidable,

they couldn't just hand their life over

phone rang then, and he glanced at the caller

"Hand it over."

passed the

voice, cool yet tinged with anger, came through, "Young Master, there's

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

Littleton's parents' graves. They've taken the ashes and are threatening that if we don't hand over the secret

grip on the phone tightened as she inhaled deeply. "How is Kaitlyn

well. She's been muttering

light flickered in Vivienne's

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