The Million-Dollar Heart

Yorick sat at the head of the table, with space for four on one side. Arthur and Sasha, along with Percival and Vivienne, naturally chose to sit together, leaving the four seats on the opposite side momentarily empty.

Before long, Dracon and Hector Linklater entered together, even Hector, the seldom-seen youngest Linklater, had made it back for dinner tonight.

Vivienne's gaze landed on Dracon subtly. Her sources had recently informed her that Dracon had been busy searching for something outside. She was quite curious about what Dracon was looking for and whether he would find it. She wondered if Abigail would be dragged into this.

As soon as Dracon entered, he nervously chuckled, "Bro, Dad, I just bumped into our youngest as soon as I walked in. What a coincidence."

Yorick responded with a heavy silence, "Let's all sit down. Call Hailey down, let's have dinner together."

Hailey descended the stairs gracefully, taking her seat to Yorick's right. Her piercing gaze swept across each member of the Linklater family. Upon noticing Percival, her eyebrows furrowed, creating deep lines on her face, her voice low and displeased, "This is a family dinner, and the first meal I have upon returning, and there's a stranger among us."

Her comment instantly quieted the atmosphere. Vivienne's eyes shot a chilly glance, as sharp as a knife, "Let me introduce, Percival, my husband."

This was the first time Vivienne had publicly referred to Percival as her husband instead of Mr. Wolf. A simple title, which she never thought much of, but if someone was looking for trouble, she wasn't going to indulge them.

Hailey scoffed indifferently, her gaze darkening as she looked at Vivienne, "You rush to his defense with just one word from me. If the Linklater family ever faces trouble, are you going to side with him completely?"

they're family now. And there's another important matter. I'm planning to set a date this week

every member of the Linklater family

Hector said, breaking the tension with a polite gesture. He poured himself a glass of wine and toasted to Arthur and Sasha. Arthur downed his drink in one go,

turning to Sasha casually, "Mom, Mr. Wolf and I were discussing a

expression darkened with concern, "When did you

is still under wraps. We don't know if it's the first case in Rivenwood or if there

anyone want

a bite of chicken, "It's unclear for now. We might

"That's what I was thinking. Mom, be careful

concerned about Dracon, who suddenly felt nauseous at the conversation. Were Vivienne and Sasha doing this on

the feast before him, lost his appetite, haunted by the image of a bloody heart. Noticing Dracon's glare towards his

Arthur's cold tone, managed to stammer, "No...

down his nausea, munching on some greens and washing it

Why blame Dracon?" Arthur raised an eyebrow, his tone slightly mocking, "A Linklater man can't be weak! Upset by a conversation and can't eat?

agreeing, feeling outmatched