The Million-Dollar Heart

At lunch, Yorick and Percival exchanged pleasantries about the relationship between their two families.

Percival listened intently, responding to each point made.

Vivienne and Sasha sat together, chatting and occasionally feeding Winston, who sat between them.

Only Arthur sat alone in the middle, ignored by both sides, struggling to join the conversation.

His face was the picture of dejection.

Catching sight of this, Vivienne couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort. Pretending not to care, she spoke up, "I get along just fine with Mr. Wolf, no need for you to worry."

Arthur blinked, his look of loss instantly replaced by surprise, "If he ever treats you wrong, just tell me. I'll make sure he regrets it!"

Percival choked on his drink.

They were married, and still, he couldn't let go?

Vivienne was at a loss for words.

She meant to reassure him, not to stir up trouble with Mr. Wolf!

Yorick, too, was exasperated by his son's dramatics, "Enough with the attitude. They're a couple now; you should back off and just be ready to spoil your grandkids when the time comes. That's all." Arthur, startled, turned to Vivienne in shock, "You're pregnant?"

Vivienne, "..."

She seriously doubted her intelligence had anything to do with this man.

Sasha gently tugged at Arthur's hand, whispering, "They've only been married for a few days. Why the rush? Vivienne and Percival are getting along fine. Aren't you worried you won't get to be a grandfather?" Vivienne took a deep breath, regretting her expectations.

After all, how could two different people come from the same bed?

After the meal, Percival stayed behind to chat with Yorick, while Vivienne and Sasha took Winston to the backyard.

In the garden, Vivienne seized the opportunity to check Winston's pulse.

the same mother, there was a chance

breathed a sigh of relief. This was the best-case scenario, considering she wasn't entirely

his little mouth puckered in concern,

"No, Winston, you're

returned at

nearby flower bed, "Winston, didn't you want to pick a flower for your aunt?

Winston scampered off towards the flower

then spoke up,

now, but someone from the Wright family practiced forbidden arts. Winston

as she looked at the cheerful Winston, "Using lives

pursed her lips, "Desire knows no bounds. Selfish people will find any excuse

asked about another

down, "Soon. Mr. Wolf severely injured her; she won't last

hid within the Linklater family for so long, she must have had multiple identities. And I can sense

shook her head, "Grandpa and I kept it from him. He's been at the front for years and might not have much attachment to this aunt. But if someone has been impersonating her for years, he won't let it go

with

on family was evident

leaving, Vivienne asked Sasha what they planned to do with Winston if the Wright

family can certainly afford to take

both she and Arthur felt

it came to that, they would

way back, Vivienne received a call from Draven, "Miss, a woman's body was found

her lips as she turned to Percival, "Mr. Wolf, what's meant to

side, "As long as she

riverside in the

area, leaving only a small section open near

Draven reported, "Miss, we've identified the victim. A 29-year-old woman living alone, her heart was removed during a night jog before she was thrown into

acknowledged him and, donning gloves, moved forward to examine the

cut around the heart was clean and precise, likely the

obscure the exact time of death. Given the severity of her injuries, Abigail must

facilities, "Have you