The Million-Dollar Heart

Seeing the whole spectacle unfolding, Cordelia nearly burst into laughter, quickly covering her mouth and shooting Dorian a significant look that screamed, "You better spill the beans!" She then hurried off to the kitchen to whip up some dinner.

And of course, she didn't miss the opportunity to snap a photo and send it to Vivienne.

At that moment, Vivienne was racing back from another location, having just discovered another female victim.

Like the others, her heart had been gruesomely removed.

And again, she was a young woman.

The message made Vivienne's lips twitch involuntarily. Turning to Leopold, who was driving, she commanded, "Forget going back to the Linklaters'. Head to the Brooks' place."

Without missing a beat, Leopold made a quick U-turn, his compliance shining through. "Sure thing. And I've been craving some of Cordelia's cooking. Moving that body was a real workout." Thomas, sitting quietly beside them, couldn't help but wonder, "Are these two even related?"

Percival, wrapping his arm around Vivienne's waist, asked softly, "What's going on?"

Struggling to explain the bizarre situation, Vivienne simply handed her phone over to him.

Percival's brow twitched in disbelief before he chuckled, "Now, that's something you don't see every day."

He then added with a smirk, "Seems like your dad's really putting in the effort."

Vivienne knew exactly why Arthur was at the Brooks' place, which only added to her frustration. "I just hope he doesn't scare Dorian or Cordelia. Especially Dorian. He's not exactly the bravest."

An hour later.

Dorian, overwhelmed by Arthur, who had meticulously noted down even the casual conversations he had with Vivienne, started to believe Arthur's genuine interest in learning.

But the intensity of this War God's enthusiasm was more than Dorian could handle.

Now, he just wanted to escape.

Vivienne was his only hope.

Just as Dorian was about to text her for rescue, Arthur's voice cut through again.

"Mr. Hawthorn, when you said Vivienne doesn't like being hugged, what kind of hug were you referring to?"

Dorian was speechless.

When Cordelia entered from the kitchen, she found Dorian sending her desperate SOS signals with his eyes. She chose to ignore them.

way to learn, and for Vivienne's sake, they

Linklater, why don't we have dinner first? We can always take notes

standing up, hesitated. "I really should be getting back to

his tracks. "What's that

plight in an instant, laughed. "It's not any specific cuisine. Just some homemade pasta with a

comment was all it took

sugar mochi and soy milk. Learning to cook Vivienne's favorite

mean he'd have his beloved daughter eating out of the palm of

never planning to leave in the first place, found himself inching back to the dining table. "Is this really

"Mr. Linklater, Vivienne really does love pasta. You're

"Deal!"

could only watch in

god so hard

Arthur, all seriousness, learning the art of

detail, the earnestness in his voice, you'd

Vivienne, the scene was beyond

him, look more like a cutthroat professional by comparison. The tension was

trailing behind, paused at the entrance, half-expecting another change of plans.

stepped

warring with

experiences with this couple had taught him to be wary. "You know, I just

dragged him back

was cut short by a familiar

"Vivienne!"

his fingers, Leopold's jaw

you

lighting up. "My precious girl, you're here! Did you come

could only shake her head at her

come, were you planning to move in

overnight, your mom would be here with a knife

caught between amusement and exasperation, couldn't bear to witness any more of

and Cordelia were waiting, hoping

had to

dear mom had already started asking around for

didn't bring him back soon, the whole Linklater family would be in an

late tonight. I'll come by another time when I'm