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?"

with worry, "Isolde's upstairs.

tightened as he glanced towards Vivienne, "I'll go see

Vivienne nodded.

she and

could untie the

to the noises

should have been downstairs

she lacked the courage and didn't know how to face her brother

outside

Isolde's heart raced.

This wasn't her parents.

"Isolde!"

stood outside, not knocking

calling out casually, yet earnestly,

her lip, unsure how

"Brother, I

that you don't

trembled behind

"You know how I am. Issues need

face drained of color. Percival's words

was referring to the incident where she had

family tiptoed around the subject, especially in front of her,

had tried to forget, but

etched in her mind, haunting her nightly with that

shadow clinging to her,

again, hammering on Isolde's most dreaded nerve, "How have I taught you, to act without

flung open the door

Percival, she couldn't help but burst into tears,

the one who added

denied it, but I truly don't understand what came over me. I know you all might still suspect me, and

startled by the commotion, were stopped by

"Vivienne?"

Dad, Mr. Wolf knows

until she

extending his

her up, guiding her into the room to sit on

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