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.

this way to learn, and for Vivienne's sake, they couldn't just send

dinner

already standing up, hesitated. "I really should

stopped him in his tracks. "What's that incredible smell? What kind of

not any specific cuisine. Just some homemade pasta with a few

all it took to keep Arthur

tasted his homemade brown sugar mochi and soy milk. Learning to cook Vivienne's

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

first place, found himself inching back to the

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

"Deal!"

only watch

god so hard to

Arthur, all seriousness,

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

scene was beyond

even Dorian, sitting opposite him, look more like a cutthroat professional by comparison. The tension was so thick; it was hard to swallow your

behind, paused at the entrance, half-expecting another change of plans. "Vivienne, Percival, it's getting late. Even workaholics deserve

knowing glance, Percival stepped aside,

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

particularly quick on the uptake, but past experiences with this couple had taught him to be wary. "You know, I just remembered I

dragged him back in. "I didn't see

protest was cut short by a familiar

"Vivienne!"

his fingers, Leopold's jaw

you

his eyes lighting up. "My precious girl, you're here! Did you come to fetch me because

only shake her

hadn't come, were you planning to move in

"Of course not. If I dared stay out overnight, your mom would be here with a knife in twenty minutes. You know I can't

to witness any more of

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

had to bring

already started asking

the whole Linklater

too late tonight. I'll