The Million-Dollar Heart

Vivienne nodded wearily.

At this point, she was running on fumes, her mind a blank slate with the sole desire to crash into bed and sleep for an eternity.

Percival wrapped an arm around her and guided her to the car, signaling to Thomas, "Let's hit the road."

Thomas glanced back at the house, noticing Leopold still inside, "Percival, what about Leopold...?"

He had been outside and was clueless about the happenings within.

Snuggled in Mr. Wolf's embrace, Vivienne closed her eyes and murmured, "No need to wait. He's probably over the moon with his lady love, lost in his own world by now."

Thomas was speechless.

Some say ignorance is bliss, and Leopold was living proof, blissfully unaware of his dumb luck.

With Vivienne and Finnian on their side, this plan was bound to succeed without the Sterling family lifting a finger.

Back at their place, Vivienne hurried through a shower, intending to hit the sack, but Percival had other plans. He dragged her to the dining table, "Hold up, eat something first. Your favorite strawberry cheesecake is waiting."

Barely keeping her eyes open, Vivienne's protest died on her lips.

She let Mr. Wolf lead her to the table.

In the end, she was spoon-fed by Mr. Wolf himself, too drained to even lift a spoon.

She slept till the wee hours, waking only to quench her thirst and sift through a work email from Matthew before plunging back into sleep.

The next morning, Vivienne returned from her run, refreshed and energetic.

Upon entering, she heard Mr. Wolf from the kitchen, "Vivienne, you've got a call."

She hummed in acknowledgment, having left her phone at home during her run.

Checking her phone, she called back, "Cordelia, what's up? Is Thaddeus feeling alright?"

now. I was actually calling to see if you're

"Medical issue?"

"Who's the

wouldn't reach out unless it was someone close in

need for her

felt even more indebted, "It's

touch. She must be desperate to reach out. The local clinic has given up on the kid, and I had

momentarily stunned, her gratitude deepening, "I'm free anytime, Vivienne. I know

free today, can make it by

"Great, no rush. I'll be

up, Vivienne headed to

dish, donned in a floral apron, exuding a cozy, husbandly

hugged him from behind, "Mr. Wolf, have I been neglecting you these past days? You've been handling everything

an eyebrow, "Didn't I please you the

glancing sideways, "Was it just me who

for the last thirty years all at once?" Percival patted her hand, "Who's playing the victim? Who told their

her eyes, Vivienne chose not to confess, "There are many ways to interpret words. Maybe you should reflect on whether your past actions led her to think that way." Caught off guard, Percival washed his hands, turned around, and lifted her onto the kitchen island, his gaze

the once domestic Mr. Wolf

escape, "Mr.

leaned in for a kiss, leaving her dazed, whispering, "Aren't you going to wash up for

Vivienne was speechless.

had picked up some

she saw Percival in the living room, phone

him as she dried

phone down, naturally taking the towel to dry her hair, "I've got to report to the office today,

fine,

and Dorian for me. And remind that boy Thaddeus to lay off Isolde." Vivienne laughed, "Mr. Wolf, ever heard of reverse psychology? Be careful, or you

shuddered at the

these two ended up together, would he regret

you be so sure that Thaddeus won't be good enough for

might not have shown his full potential yet, but she was certain he wouldn't just

on the nose, "You're so biased, my dear. Thaddeus is your brother, but doesn't Isolde feel like