The Million-Dollar Heart

Chase originally had a face like he was heading to his own execution, but now he was desperately trying to smile, practically thrusting a few sheets of paper at Arthur with both hands, reminiscent of a medieval jester without the cap, holding out a jest for his lord's amusement.

"Arthur, this is the result of days and nights of brainstorming, pouring our hearts and souls into figuring out a hundred ways to win back your daughter's heart. Please, take it as a token of our effort to mend fences with your precious girl."

Arthur took the papers, and without a second glance, he playfully kicked Shane in the shin, "Quit dragging your feet on this!"

He then turned his attention to the papers, flipping through them with utmost seriousness.

The first item read: "100 catchy rhymes to charm your kid, they'll love it more with each listen!"

Arthur's face turned thunderous, and he twisted Chase's arms in mock anger, "What's this supposed to mean? My daughter's all grown up, and you give me nursery rhymes? You must be joking!"

"Arthur, hear me out," Chase hurriedly explained, "You said you've missed out on Vivienne's childhood, right? She still holds that against you. It's about making up for lost time now, showing her you're always there for her, even when you physically can't be."

Arthur paused, considering, then asked skeptically, "And what does that have to do with these rhymes?"

"Boss, just give one a try. These aren't your average nursery rhymes. You'll see the magic once you read through," Dante interjected, unable to watch Chase suffer any longer.

Arthur sighed deeply, giving them a look, then began, "My daughter, my pride, my joy, and my guide, missed your childhood, by my side, Vivienne, Vivienne, don't you fret, you're the treasure in my net. From battles to home, I've always roamed, earning riches to adorn your dome. Vivienne, Vivienne, you're my ace, in my heart, you've got a special place. Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh, whoosh-whoosh-whoosh, Vivienne, come home, let's push, soaring high like an eagle in flight, with you, my world is bright."

Arthur felt odd reciting a rhyme, an unfamiliar territory indeed.

beetroot red. The original rhyme was his brainchild, now humorously altered by Dante

glare, the message clear: keep

line about "turning into a big old hog, carrying Vivienne through the fog" was

sharp, eyeing the

feeling the weight of Arthur's stare, coughed lightly, "Boss, it's not that

pleaded, "Boss, girls love a sense of humor, and who wouldn't want a dad cool enough to recite rhymes? It's unique, something Vivienne

expression softened, a hint of uncertainty passing through his eyes before determination took over. "I didn't put much feeling into it just now.

to let go of my hand before it breaks. I'll record the best take,

walked in, Arthur was holding the sheets, while

lit up with joy, following Vivienne closely, "My darling girl, if

the young man always sticking close to Vivienne, leaving no room for father-daughter moments. Percival, caught in

indifferent, remarked, "I'm here for my mom, not

not knowing about my own daughter. You have every right to be upset, but I won't give up trying to

like a rehearsed

"I've got a rhyme to share with you that may have

Vivienne was speechless.

his friend for musical

music, ending