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.

spoke. His voice was hoarse, almost eerie in the pitch-black setting, yet Vivienne heaved a sigh of relief as she said, "Mr. Wolf, trust me, I will heal your aunt." Percival's grim expression

up inside him toward Gavin and the

an unknown hospital with professional care to at least keep her alive. But the reality was starkly different! In

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

that foul stench lingering around the Abernathy

Holly's withered

Percival felt a

reminded him that those people were still useful. But the agony he felt for Holly and the hatred for the Abernathys set

his head deeper into Vivienne's stomach, his clenched eyes hiding the torrent

hand gently caressing his hair as a chill flashed in her eyes. "Mr. Wolf, the dead do not

he had seen such a chilling expression on

warrior lineage was

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

he glanced at the caller ID before saying, "Vivienne, it's

"Hand it over."

passed the

Draven's voice, cool yet tinged with anger,

to guess; she knew Gavin must

Draven, "Ms. Vivienne, Gavin had people dig up Mrs. Littleton's parents' graves. They've taken the ashes and are threatening that if we don't hand over the secret recipe within three days, they'll scatter

the phone tightened as she

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

the darkness, a cold light flickered in Vivienne's eyes. "Stay at

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