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?"

glanced at her husband, then back with worry, "Isolde's upstairs. She said she didn't know how to

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

Vivienne nodded.

she and

he could untie the knot

to the noises below, her lips pale

been downstairs with

courage and didn't know how

footsteps outside

Isolde's heart raced.

This wasn't her parents.

"Isolde!"

outside, not knocking

casually, yet earnestly,

her lip, unsure how

I

it that you don't

behind

her deepest fears, "You know how I am. Issues need to be addressed. Avoidance only makes things

face drained of color. Percival's words frightened

misheard. He was referring to the incident where she had poisoned the

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

tried to forget,

scene was etched in her mind, haunting her nightly with that

clinging to her,

dreaded nerve, "How have I taught you, to act

flung open the door

but burst into tears, shouting, "It was

one who

over me. I know you all might still suspect me, and I'm aware." "Why won't

the commotion, were

"Vivienne?"

Mr. Wolf knows what

silently as Isolde vented until she collapsed on the ground,

then did he approach, extending his hand, "I believe

helped her up, guiding her into

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