The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 783

As the butler deliberated on the best response to appease Asher, a man hurriedly approached from the side, clutching a smartphone. "Young Master, it's the Boss on the phone."

Asher's pupils shrank, his breath coming in strained gasps. He swallowed hard, his hand trembling as he picked up the incessantly vibrating phone. The second he pressed the answer button, Oliver's furious roar blasted clearly into everyone's ears. "You bloody fool! What have you done?"

"I, I, I just wanted to capture Vivienne back. Dad, I..."

A man in his thirties, Asher believed he hadn't felt this cloak of fear enveloping his heart since reaching adulthood, leaving him stammering, devoid of any spirit to fight back. Even guilt crept in. "Capture Vivienne, huh? Great, just great..." Oliver was panting heavily over the phone, and faintly, the soothing voice of a woman could be heard.

The sound of porcelain shattering clattered in his ears, and it was about five minutes later that Oliver, through gritted teeth and with venom in his voice, said, "Asher, have you lost your damn mind? A girl with no title, no status, and you're squabbling with her? You, get your ass back here now! Look at the mess you've made; how did I ever sire such a disappointment?"

Asher's heart skipped a beat. "Dad, what on earth happened? What did Vivienne do?"

"What did she do?" Oliver scoffed. "The Grimshaw family crypt has been desecrated, you tell me what happened? Asher, I'm telling you! You better pray your mother's urn can be found. Otherwise, forget about being the heir to this family!"

A chill ran through Asher.

Found?

Where could he possibly search?

The sound of the white porcelain urn shattering seemed to echo once again in his ears.

the midst of the settling dust, he remembered staring at the

inside him at that moment had

of the white ashes mixed with the dirt, a throbbing pain shot through him, unsure which part was his mother's

on every patch of white. Even now, the soles of his shoes bore

else could he search? Was he supposed to bring

staggered, his vision darkening,

close, finally settling on

use of blaming me? Vivienne is the thief, Dad! Instead of lecturing me, you

even if she were found, the chances of retrieving the stolen

ground, his hands at his sides shaking uncontrollably, "Dad, I was just worried Gavin would be duped by Vivienne; that's why I followed. I truly had no

to teach me how

crack sounded

what are you doing? If you've got something to say, speak up. You're

was soothing

he were in front

any brains left when she had you! How did she manage to give birth to such a towering idiot without

of power, Oliver was no match for Jasper. He only had the numbers to overwhelm Jasper with a

was not the time for a fallout with the Perez family over a deceased relative. Yet the thought of the gaping hole in the Grimshaw family's crypt made his

Vivienne!

little creature with

provocation of the

couldn't

foolish son to blame. None of this would have happened

stuttered without finding words to refute. Or rather, he didn't

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