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.

nearby, raising an

settled in the corner of the couch and

long before Flynn and Imogen arrived, looking

Flynn frowned. "I'm swamped at work, and here you are, the chairman, living the

little..." Flynn strode over and

was one of the few people who could mess around with

observed quietly, her cool gaze capturing the two men while a spotlight

beside Vivienne, her smile sweet and filled with a

Matthew had thoroughly researched, and the information forwarded to her. Everyone who came into their circle was subject

with a somber and solitary character, which meant she was never

away from Imogen, idly spinning a ring representing her identity as the young master of the Nine Mystics Society on her finger, her lips curling into an almost imperceptible

Sienna,

the doctor say?" Flynn asked with

need to keep up with the medicine and

patting Fiona's head with genuine tenderness, a stark

her gaze drifting toward Vivienne, who sat beside Richard. Their eyes met briefly,

family dinner, constantly attending to Fiona. In a clumsy moment,