The Million-Dollar Heart

Vivienne stepped out of the backyard, the voice of someone's frustration still echoing behind her.

"That little rascal, does she want to be the death of me? My treasures, meant to be passed down through generations, and she lets those rascals eye them..."

In the living room, Jasper and Percival had just finished a game of chess.

Looking at the narrowly won game on the board, Jasper nodded with a smile, "Not bad at all. You play much better than your grandfather ever did. He always tried to bend the rules, as if he could conjure up every trick in the book."

Percival withdrew his hand, smiling in response, "Grandpa, your skills are unmatched. Not just Granddad, I'm nowhere close either."

Jasper beamed even wider, "You flatter me, boy. If your granddad heard this, he'd accuse you of forgetting your roots."

Vivienne approached just as Jasper stood up, her face beaming with mischief, making him curious about her good fortune.

Before he could ask, Finnian's roar tore through the quiet of the backyard.

"Ah, my decades-old treasures!"

"That little menace, don't you dare run!"

Vivienne raised an eyebrow, pulling Percival towards the exit, "Grandpa, we'll be heading out."

Percival simply chuckled, without asking further.

Jasper, understanding the situation, waved them off and headed towards the commotion in the backyard, intercepting an irate Finnian.

He sighed, "Look at yourself, making such a fuss at your age. You'll become the laughing stock among the kids..."

Finnian, red-faced with anger, pointed at Jasper, "Wouldn't you be upset if your decades-old collections were stolen?"

Jasper retorted with undisguised pride, "Depends on who takes them. If Vivienne wants them, not just one, I'd gladly give her a whole warehouse!"

Finnian took a deep breath, "Generous, you are. But it's my treasures she took..."

Jasper scoffed, "Considering our ties, you her mentor and her growing up by your side, not to mention you've never married, all your possessions would end up hers anyway. What's the rush?" Finnian was speechless.

Elsewhere.

the Ellington estate, Vivienne fiddled with a dark agarwood bracelet she had

glanced out the

over and gently tapped her, "Still

of Abigail remains unclear, but their ultimate goal isn't too hard to

out, "The secret

slyly, "Is Mr. Wolf also

straightforward,

in to ask

at her with a smile, "A few decades are enough to experience the vicissitudes of life. If we were to extend beyond a certain

in chasing after

arrived home, it was dinner

had been waiting in the hall. The sight of their car

house, they were greeted by Richard,

Ellington emerging from inside,

call

wedding made Cecilia's smile nearly uncontrollable, "Ah, Vivienne's back. Come in, see what

nodded in agreement, "Vivienne's been through a

the dishes get cold. We'll have the butler bring

felt slightly out of place, thinking to himself that

Cecilia, and Nathan across from her, next to

thing missing was

tapping Cecilia on

food and don't bother me... Here, Vivienne, have this soup. It's great for your

at a loss, "Mom,

gestured towards Nathan's seat, "You sit next

an exasperated look at her son, who was even jealous over seating arrangements, Cecilia moved

The evening proceeded with

spend their first night back at the Ellington estate in a room meticulously prepared on the

head, she caught sight of Isolde peeking through

a playful wink, Vivienne beckoned her