The Million-Dollar Heart

As the words fell, Arthur lifted a glass of wine, clinking it against Percival's, "Kid, I admit you're impressive. My daughter marrying you, I reckon she'll find happiness. And don't hold it against me for blocking you two initially. It wasn't until mid-life that I found my true love and discovered I had a daughter. To this day, my emotions have been a rollercoaster."

Arthur downed his drink in one go, "It's hard for me to let her go, wanting to keep her by my side a few more years. But this girl, her heart's already with you."

He looked solemnly at Percival, "Percival, I'm stepping back now. My daughter's in your hands. If you let her suffer even the slightest, I'll never forgive you."

"Don't worry, I'm not one for pretty words. Just watch me. If I ever make Vivienne shed a tear, you won't need to come after me; I'll come to you, ready to face the consequences," Percival declared, finishing his drink. This was his promise to Arthur, and to Vivienne.

He understood Arthur, just as he understood the future version of himself.

If one day he and Vivienne had a daughter and she got a boyfriend, he'd probably go even beyond what Arthur had done.

Percival refilled both his and Arthur's glasses, "This one's to you!"

Without any unnecessary words, his toast encapsulated everything he wanted to say.

At that point, Arthur, finding no words to add, simply downed the drink Percival offered, accepting this future son-in-law.

Percival then sat back down.

Midway through the meal, Dracon suddenly stood up, "Dad, I've got something pressing to deal with. Need to step out." Yorick's expression darkened for a moment, but given the context, he coldly asked, "Does it have to be now?"

"Yes!" Arthur didn't hesitate.

Yorick opened his mouth to protest but eventually nodded, "Go then."

Dracon left in a hurry, not even bothering to say goodbye to the Ellington family.

watched him leave, a flicker

the awkwardness, "Vivienne, on such a joyous

for her glass, a

one for Vivienne. She's still young, let's not

she had too much, the aftermath was something

in, "Granddad, Vivienne can't hold her liquor well. Best not to let

on to their protective stance, laughed, "Alright, alright, no drinking then. We'll substitute with tea. But what's

her forehead - these two, in the span of

they were worried she'd make a scene if she got drunk

her tea cup

"Indeed, family."

nodded, satisfied with

"We must play again soon. I refuse to believe I'll lose again..." Yorick's lips twitched, but for the sake of family relations,

never met anyone who played chess

Cecilia pulled Vivienne aside, "Vivienne,

for some nice

and

not need them, but

appreciated Cecilia's thoughtfulness, nodding in agreement. Percival watched from a distance, his gaze never leaving Vivienne. Their eyes met across the room, sharing silent messages of

the Linklater family car drove away, Yorick turned to leave, but Vivienne called out,

paused, his figure seeming to age suddenly, then decisively said, "Do

slowly, his steps heavy

him go, her eyes

and Sasha approached her from behind, "Everything's

turned, surprised by

doubt your dad's cooking, but never his ability."