Chapter 96

Vivienne’s face was icy, but she still sneakily kicked Percival hard under the table.

Cordelia wasn’t sure what was going on between them, but didn’t Percival know himself?

She noticed that Percival seemed extra keen to hold her hand and stuck to her like glue whenever he had the chance.

Suddenly, a news alert popped up on Vivienne’s phone. “Chairman of Hawthorn Group falls ill suddenly and is rushed to the hospital.

She tried to wriggle her hand out from Percival’s tight grasp but failed. She shot him a cold glance, wondering if her blowing up now would scare Cordelia.

Percival, however, held onto her hand still, put down his cutlery, and showed Vivienne the news on his phone.

Vivienne glanced at the phone. The image in the news was of doctors lifting someone from the Hawthorn Mansion onto an ambulance.

Though the face was blurred out, she could tell from the clothing that it was Beatrice.

Vivienne, amused by the picture, decided to let Percival off the hook for now.

Cordelia was watching their interaction when her phone screen lit up.

“Hey, Dorian, what’s up?”

as she listened to Dorian on the other end

She sighed after hanging up, “Your dad called. Beatrice is seriously ill and in the hospital. He wants us to

them already?” Vivienne’s tone was

your dad’s mother. It’s our duty to show filial respect. Your dad

Percival, noticing her displeasure, lightly tickled her palm,

paused. “Your dad knows his limits. Let him go by himself, we’ll stay out

was behind what happened to the Hawthorn family, Beatrice

right. That was

VIP ward of

woken up, looked gloomy and

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looked at her two sons by the bedside and asked coldly, “Was it really the work of the Ellington

the bank is unclear.” Michael’s face was also grim. “But several suppliers. indeed claimed that the Ellington family were the ones who applied

can’t even bother to see me once?” Beatrice’s

finished speaking, hurried footsteps

in

“Mom!”

as Dorian called out, Beatrice frowned when she saw

“Vivienne didn’t come.”

from the bedside table and threw

ΠΑΝΟΙ

from the wall, and the coffee cup fell to the floor. The lid bounced off and

hot;

a hint of hurt on his face, but he still insisted on looking at Beatrice,

with hostile eyes. “Get Vivienne back. Do you think I’ve lived too long? I went all out

and the negative

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