The Million-Dollar Heart

Carl hadn't stirred from his coma yet. The car crash hadn't damaged his nerves, but it had plunged him into a deep unconsciousness. Having undergone surgery from Vivienne, he was still out cold, waiting for the anesthesia to wear off.

No one could get a word out of Carl about the incident until he awoke.

Percival received a call from Richard, urging them to hurry back home.

The reckless stunt that Vivienne and Percival pulled at the racetrack, leaping off a cliff, had gone viral through various videos online. Despite Percival's orders to take them down, Richard got wind of the incident.

They soon arrived at Ellington Mansion, and Cecilia was the first to greet them, clutching Vivienne's hand anxiously. "Vivienne, are you alright?" Cecilia circled around Vivienne, ensuring she was unharmed before she could finally relax.

Before Vivienne could utter a word, Cecilia smacked Percival on the shoulder. "You reckless boy, how could you do something so dangerous? Go explain yourself to your grandfather! Vivienne, let's go inside." With that, Cecilia led Vivienne into the house, leaving a puzzled Percival behind.

What exactly was he supposed to explain?

Inside, Richard inspected Vivienne just like Cecilia had and, once assured, turned his gaze to Percival. Brandishing his cane, he gave Percival a few good thumps. "You foolhardy child! If you want to jump off a cliff, do it alone! Why drag our Vivienne into your mess?"

So, that was what needed explaining.

And it hit Percival hard. He could risk his life, but not the precious granddaughter-in-law of the Ellington family.

"Vivienne won't be in danger as long as I'm around," Percival managed to say, his pride not allowing him to say less. After all, how could he be worthy of Vivienne if he could not even protect her? "Hmph, it's because Vivienne was there that you're safe. Don't flatter yourself!" Richard scoffed before turning his attention back to Vivienne with warm concern.

Resigned, Percival rubbed his forehead but said no more.

raising an eyebrow

the

not long before Flynn and Imogen arrived, looking

chairman, living the life. Maybe I'll take a

little..." Flynn strode over and ruffled Percival's hair

from Vivienne, Flynn was one of the few people

two men while a spotlight

her smile sweet and filled with a gentle warmth. "It's such a blessing to

whom Matthew had thoroughly researched, and the information forwarded to her. Everyone who came

she was never adopted. She earned a scholarship to study abroad, which softened her disposition. And after starting a relationship with Flynn, she became

Mystics Society on her finger, her lips curling into an almost imperceptible smile. Seeing the family gathered,

now Sienna,

did the doctor say?" Flynn asked

serious, Uncle Flynn. Just need to

care of yourself, don't worry your grandfather," Flynn said, patting Fiona's head with genuine tenderness, a stark contrast

toward Vivienne, who sat beside Richard. Their eyes met briefly, a silent exchange passing between them

tense during the family dinner, constantly attending to Fiona. In a clumsy moment, she spilled soup all over her