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

bubbling up inside him toward Gavin and the entire Abernathy

the Ellington heiress, she would be placed in an unknown hospital with professional care to at least keep her alive. But the reality was starkly different! In this remote village, there were only a few,

pulled back the covers, even

where that foul stench lingering around the Abernathy

blanket was Holly's withered body, wounds

moment, Percival felt a

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

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

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 the rear-view mirror

had seen such a chilling

warrior lineage was formidable, but

they couldn't just hand their life over to the Grim Reaper without her

and he glanced at the caller ID before

"Hand it over."

the phone

with anger, came through, "Young

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

ashes and are

tightened as she inhaled deeply. "How is Kaitlyn holding

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,

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

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