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.

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

couldn't control the hatred bubbling up inside him toward Gavin

in an unknown hospital with professional care

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

stench lingering

stained blanket was Holly's withered body,

moment, Percival felt a murderous

still useful. But the agony he felt for Holly and the hatred for

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

caressing his hair as a chill flashed in her eyes. "Mr. Wolf, the dead do not deserve our hatred." Matthew glanced up through the rear-view mirror at Vivienne and pursed

time he had seen such a chilling expression on Vivienne's

ancient warrior lineage was

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

he glanced at the caller ID

"Hand it over."

passed the phone

answered. Draven's voice, cool yet tinged with anger, came through, "Young

the Abernathy family done now?" Vivienne didn't need to guess; she knew Gavin must have stirred up more

graves. They've taken the ashes and are threatening that if we don't hand over the secret recipe within three

phone tightened as she inhaled deeply. "How is

shivering on the couch, her expression bordering on hysterical, and shook her head. "Not well. She's been muttering about running out of time.

in Vivienne's eyes.

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