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.

flicker of thought

on such a joyous day, won't

her glass, a large hand stopped

this one for Vivienne. She's

much, the

chimed in, "Granddad, Vivienne can't hold her liquor well.

"Alright, alright, no drinking

two, in the span of one drink, had

she'd make a

she didn't protest, merely lifting her tea cup

"Indeed, family."

satisfied

play again soon.

anyone who played chess so

ways, Cecilia pulled Vivienne

some

and

soon. You might not need them, but we must uphold tradition."

watched from a distance, his gaze never leaving Vivienne. Their eyes met across the room, sharing silent messages

turned to leave,

age suddenly, then decisively said,

away slowly, his

her eyes deep with

her from behind, "Everything's

surprised

patting her shoulder, "You might doubt your dad's cooking,