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.

there was a commotion at the intersection,

but was stopped by

so long, and no parent has

a little kid, who knows if

there's so much blood on the ground, he's fallen so badly, and the kid's still clutching a lotus flower, probably lost by his folks."

it might be unclear, but she knew

were essentially the same, hard to distinguish from afar for

holding a

thought

in a pool of blood,

stepped forward, lifting 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 stuff... and now

act? Instead of rushing to a hospital, you're doing

is a life we're talking about, are you even human to be

or we're calling

crowd grew increasingly accusatory towards Vivienne's actions, with some even attempting to

"Back off!"

expression turned ice-cold, her

caught off guard but trying to

retort left the man

didn't bother with the onlookers who were all

diagnosis, she realized Winston's injuries were more severe

meridian, buying him the best window to get to the hospital; otherwise, the outcome

seemed quicker than

the Wright

walked in to find Colin, as usual, pouring his

for so long, why won't you let

flatly, "It's not time

her, "You needed

gestured outside casually, "Bro, have you

tone casual, "No,

came to meet said Winston vanished during his