The Million-Dollar Heart

Leopold, the leader of the first squad, knew the unwritten leadership rules all too well. So, it stood to reason that Percival, the head honcho of the entire task force, would be even more clued in. But now, even Leopold's moves were being curtailed, never mind the liberty of the whole special squad.

Percival set aside the application form he had been holding, tapping his polished fingertip on the signature line. "Why don't you take this up with the boss yourself?"

The rage on Leopold's face fizzled out in an instant.

Would he dare?

For someone even Percival called "boss," he was just a small fry; there was no way he would throw himself into the shark's jaws.

Leopold slumped into his chair, rubbing his temples in frustration.

After a few seconds of silence, he asked, "Boss didn't even ask you before signing off on this? Why didn't you go to him first?"

Percival took a sip of his sweet fruit juice and said, "He said since Fiona's my flesh and blood, having me sign could give someone leverage over me. If anything went sideways, there would be no one to cover for me, so he just went ahead without telling me."

Leopold's jaw worked silently, failing to snap shut.

Every word Micah said was for Percival's sake. How could anyone argue with that?

Unable to sit still any longer, Leopold cursed under his breath, stood up, and stormed out. He slammed the door behind him, not caring if he would end up getting a beating.

This was just too damn suffocating.

Percival neatly filed the application form away and glanced up at Vivienne, his eyes usually icy, now melting with a certain warmth. "Vivienne, shall we go have a look?"

Vivienne rose, taking the fruit juice from Percival's hand, and sipped the rest through the straw. "Yeah, let's check it out."

Inside the Ellington family's private hospital.

her cries, one could have thought her daughter Fiona

It's all Vivienne's fault. If not for her, my girl wouldn't be like this. Dad, even if you're mad at your son, you can't just stand by and watch your granddaughter get tortured

the blame thickly on Vivienne, pouring out

Jeffrey weren't involved at all. I'm just an Ellington by marriage; you can ignore me, but my children are Ellingtons by

forehead knotted in irritation. He had never approved of Heloise marrying Henry, knowing she was not the type to settle down. But she was pregnant, and the scandal was

a

tugged at Heloise's sleeve on the hospital bed, her complexion ashen. "Mom, please

to make her own appeal - it

more reasonable Fiona appeared. That was the real reason behind

you don't stand up for yourself like before, I'll disown you,"

with distress. She turned to Richard. "Grandpa, this mess is my fault. It has nothing to do with Percival or Vivienne." Richard seldom meddled in the younger generation's affairs. He had

had his own fish to fry and never

stint in jail was not just a simple case of financial

things, and Fiona

hear you say that," Richard said, his voice softening. "Now that you're out, live your life well. I won't let you down.

can you spare him?" Richard did not immediately agree, nor did he have the heart to outright refuse. He could not forgive his second

was his first granddaughter, and before Isolde was born, he cherished her

not dote on her, the only girl amidst

been self-reliant, never troubling the family, and had a knack

and butted heads with Percival, she focused on improving herself and genuinely

her crime, Richard would have welcomed her back to

What a pity...

never left Rivenwood; nowhere else is suitable for your recovery. Stay here. In a little while, your uncle will return, and you'll have to meet him.