Arthur choked on his words, momentarily unsure of where to throw his support.

Percival stepped in to clear the air, "Dad, Vivienne and I will be back by evening."

Vivienne glanced at him, a hint of surprise in her eyes.

Mr. Wolf had awakened and was staying here?

Percival explained, "The house is still a mess, and we haven't got around to getting all the baby stuff. A baby shower after a month isn't too late." Arthur's face lit up, "Right, right, the baby shower! I'll have the invitations sent out immediately. I'll draft them tonight."

His resentment towards Percival dissipated.

He had regrets about his daughter's wedding.

This time, at his grandchildren's baby shower, he was determined to make it right.

The Ellington family.

As Percival and Vivienne entered the living room with the kids, Richard's teacup crashed to the floor.

Despite decades of hardship, his eyes reddened at that moment.

Percival knelt before Richard, his expression somber, "Grandpa, I'm sorry for worrying you."

Vivienne, holding the twins, had a reserved look in her eyes.

Was she overthinking it?

Mr. Wolf seemed different since waking up.

Nathan and Cecilia came down the stairs upon hearing the commotion, tears of joy streaming down their faces at the sight of Percival.

Richard helped him up, sighing, "What's all this? It's good you're awake."

"Your concern should be for Vivienne. She's taken on too much for you."

Percival nodded, looking towards Vivienne with a mix of deep affection and guilt.

But above all, her love for him was undeniable.

Vivienne responded with a smile.

Mr. Wolf was still her Mr. Wolf, unchanged.

Percival looked around and then at Cecilia, "Mom, where's Isolde?"

worry, "Isolde's upstairs. She said she didn't

he glanced

Vivienne nodded.

she and

the

to the noises

been

didn't know how to

footsteps outside

Isolde's heart raced.

This wasn't her parents.

"Isolde!"

outside, not knocking

casually, yet earnestly,

bit her lip, unsure how to

her voice trembling, "Brother, I don't want

you don't want

trembled behind the

his words striking her deepest fears, "You know how I am. Issues need to

drained of color. Percival's

was referring to the

the family tiptoed around the subject, especially in front of her, never

tried to forget, but

scene was etched in her mind, haunting her nightly

shadow clinging to

voice broke through again, hammering on Isolde's most dreaded nerve, "How

hitched, and she flung open

burst into tears,

the one who added something

understand what came over me. I know you all might still suspect me,

and Cecilia, startled by the commotion, were stopped

"Vivienne?"

"Mom, Dad, Mr.

silently as Isolde vented until she

he approach, extending his hand, "I believe

up, guiding her into the

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