The Million-Dollar Heart

"You're finally awake, finally," he exclaimed, his voice a mixture of relief and joy as he held Karen tightly in his arms.

"All these years, I've been searching for you, Karen. Only now have I come to know your true name."

Tears streaked down his handsome face, emotions overwhelming him as he embraced Karen, wishing he could meld her into his very being.

"I was burdened with a mission back then, surrounded by danger at every turn. I didn't know you were the War God. I feared that revealing my true identity might endanger you, perhaps even bring disaster upon you. But deep down, I always knew we'd meet again. I've never forgotten our vows," Karen said, her voice filled with a mix of joy and determination, holding him close.

Arthur caressed her hair tenderly, "Yes, we've both been fighting for a common goal these years. I know you've suffered a lot for me. From now on, I'll be by your side, protecting you from any harm." Karen tightened her grip around his waist, leaning further into his embrace, "There's something else. We have a daughter; I believe you've met her."

Arthur nodded, his gaze softening even more as he looked at her, "Yes, I've seen our daughter. She looks so much like you, almost like a spitting image. It's thanks to you that we have such a wonderful and beautiful daughter."

A proud flush swept over Karen's cheeks as she smiled, "Frost is our only daughter. She has never let me down. It was Frost who handed me over to you, wasn't it? Otherwise, you would never have been able to take me back."

Arthur smiled, though it was tinged with bitterness, "Yes, it was her. She knows how much you love me and how I've been searching for you. That's why I was able to bring you back to personally take care of you. But, she's hesitant to acknowledge me."

A flicker of surprise and understanding passed through Karen's eyes, "Frost has had a hard time following me all these years. She's not like other children. I even sent her to the Emerald Monastery. Accepting you will naturally be hard for her. But now that our family is finally reunited, I won't let us be separated again."

She tiptoed to kiss Arthur on the lips, soothing him, "Don't worry. With me here, Frost will come around."

Like a child seeking reassurance, Arthur nodded and buried his head in her neck, "Now that you're awake, I better let her know. Otherwise, she'll hold this against me!"

pulled out his phone and dialed a number, but after a moment, he frowned and shook his head in disappointment,

reassured him, "She might be busy with something. Try calling her again

moment, Vivienne indeed was on another

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in the upstairs room of a quaint diner filled with the charm of old Americana, its wooden tables illuminated by warm, yellow lights, and the walls adorned with vintage bird motifs, exuding a sense

with a shadow over her brow, her mind racing through memories as she held a cup of

arrival, Ramona, sipping her coffee gently, then setting it down,

noticing the cup

haughty and disdainful Ramona, now extending an olive branch

bowed slightly, "Vivienne, I'm sorry. I coveted Percival and opposed you at

the coffee, "Did Oliver Grimshaw send you

my father asked me to apologize. After the Grimshaw family fell, I visited him in prison. He worries you won't

revenge. But Oliver, earnestly, advised her to live well, she mustn't

Oliver wanted was for his daughter to live on, not to strike against the

"I won't hold the past against you. This time, I'll let you off. Oliver once did my mother a favor. I'll repay that by sparing you today." With that, Vivienne finished her coffee and left, leaving Ramona watching her departing figure, understanding perhaps why Percival saw no

Vivienne checked her phone, noticing several missed

Arthur would call so persistently. She had already checked on her mother's condition the day before, and nothing seemed amiss. Her thoughts were interrupted by another call from Arthur, which she