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.

to the Ellington estate, Vivienne fiddled with a dark agarwood bracelet she had snatched from Finnian, pondering

out the window

one hand, reached over and

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

blurted out, "The

smiled slyly, "Is Mr. Wolf

was straightforward,

Vivienne leaned in

a smile, "A few decades are enough to experience the vicissitudes of life. If we were to extend beyond a certain limit, or without any limit, it wouldn't be happiness

in chasing after

home, it was dinner

sight of their

the house, they were greeted by

Ellington emerging from inside, greeting them in

call

made Cecilia's smile nearly uncontrollable, "Ah, Vivienne's back. Come in, see what delicious dishes I've prepared

a lot

dishes get cold. We'll have the butler

slightly out of place, thinking to himself that he had merely gotten married, not adopted into

the head seat, with Vivienne to his side, flanked by Cecilia, and Nathan across from her, next

only thing missing was a place

Cecilia

now? Eat your food and don't bother me...

loss, "Mom, Vivienne is my

Nathan's seat, "You sit next to Dad. Vivienne's side is

son, who was even jealous over seating arrangements, Cecilia

The evening proceeded with

Vivienne to spend their first night back at the Ellington estate in a room meticulously

her head, she caught sight of Isolde peeking through the barely

playful wink, Vivienne