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 couldn't just send him away

Linklater, why don't we have dinner first? We

already standing up, hesitated. "I really should

kitchen stopped him in his tracks. "What's that

Dorian's plight in an instant, laughed. "It's not any specific

it

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

he'd have his beloved daughter eating out of

place, found himself inching back to the dining table. "Is this really

thinking he doubted her, nodded earnestly. "Mr. Linklater, Vivienne really does love pasta. You're welcome

"Deal!"

could only

god so

inside when she caught Arthur, all seriousness,

the earnestness in his voice, you'd think they were strategizing

the scene was

with his domesticated demeanor, made even Dorian, sitting opposite him, look more like a cutthroat professional by comparison. The tension was so thick; it was

at the entrance, half-expecting another change of

a knowing glance, Percival stepped aside, offering,

Leopold hesitated, his curiosity warring with caution. "Nothing... inappropriate

quick on the uptake, but past experiences with this couple had taught him

unceremoniously dragged him back in. "I didn't see

protest was cut short by a familiar

"Vivienne!"

through his fingers, Leopold's jaw dropped.

you doing

lighting up. "My precious girl,

her head at her

come, were you planning to

your mom would be here with

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

headed inside where Dorian and Cordelia were waiting, hoping she'd stay

she had to bring Arthur back

had already started asking

the whole Linklater family would be in an

tonight. I'll come by