The Million-Dollar Heart

On the way back, Percival got a call from Leopold, saying there was a bit of a bother at the estate in the suburbs and asked him to come over.

Vivienne was behind the wheel since Percival had indulged in some wine over lunch.

She asked for directions, planning to drop him off before heading back to the Linklater estate.

Percival didn't agree; the suburbs were quite a trek from where they were, and more importantly, he had left the renovation of the place as a surprise for her. Seeing it in advance would spoil everything. In the end, Percival had Leopold come to pick him up.

Leopold showed up looking like he had battled with insomnia, dark circles and all.

He headed straight for the driver's side door, "Percival, you did this on purpose, don't think a mere record... Oh, Vivienne!"

Vivienne watched him calmly.

Leopold swallowed hard, his previously menacing demeanor deflated instantly, "Vivienne, what are you doing here? I thought it was..."

Percival, lounging in the passenger seat, squinting over, said, "And what if it was me? Planning on a quick murder?"

Leopold, "..."

Even if he harbored the thought, he lacked the guts, especially with Vivienne there. If he dared to lift a finger, Vivienne would have him turned to ash in seconds.

Leopold, with a forced chuckle, "Me? Never dare."

Vivienne, with a smirk, "Leopold, pull yourself together!"

Leopold felt a chill run down his spine.

Did Vivienne know something?

Why else would this couple speak in such a unified tone?

After dropping off Percival, Vivienne turned the car around, heading back to the Linklater estate.

As soon as Vivienne left, Leopold's demeanor changed, tossing the car keys to Percival, "You drive, I need a nap."

Percival gave him a look, "If I could drive, you wouldn't be here, would you?"

Leopold froze, "Since when are you unable to drive?"

Percival, "..."

no good deed goes

Meanwhile.

few hundred meters from the Linklater estate, there was a commotion at

detour, but was stopped by

long, and no parent has

little kid, who knows if he'll make

blood on the ground, he's fallen so badly, and the kid's still clutching a lotus flower,

it might be

essentially the same, hard to distinguish from afar for the untrained

holding

Vivienne thought

lying in a pool of blood,

Winston in her arms, feeding him a pill before taking out her emergency acupuncture

who are you, don't you know you can't just move someone after an accident, and what's with feeding him

not a doctor, what's with the act? Instead of rushing to a hospital,

are you

or

Vivienne's actions, with some even attempting to push her

"Back off!"

expression turned ice-cold,

was taken aback by Vivienne's aura, caught off guard but trying to save face, "You,

retort left

bother with the onlookers who were all talk,

diagnosis, she realized Winston's

she could do was temporarily seal his heart meridian, buying him the best window to get to the hospital; otherwise, the outcome could be dire... Thinking this, Vivienne swiftly called

seemed quicker than waiting for an

at the

find Colin, as usual, pouring

asked, "Bro, you've been well for so long,

"It's

turning to her, "You needed

"Bro,

tone casual, "No, why

said Winston vanished during his nap, and they couldn't find him even after checking the