The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

Paula caught the flicker of family reunion in Mila's sharp eyes.

“Is something up? Do you two know each other?”

“We've crossed paths before, and there was a minor misunderstanding." Mila, having regained her

composure after the initial shock, shot Vivienne a genuine smile. "I apologize for my behavior last time,

Vivienne. I hope you didn't mind.”

With that said, she quickly filled Paula in on the incident at the concert.

Being a smart woman, she knew Vivienne was Scott's daughter. To marry Scott, she couldn’t afford to

have a conflict with Vivienne. It was better to apologize first.

“I don’t mind.” Vivienne curved her lips into a smirk. “After all, we’re not close.”

Mila’s smile froze, her face barely maintaining its usual composure.

Paula, enraged, rebuked her. “Vivienne! This is your elder. Given the relationship between the Brooks

and Clark families, you should respect her. What kind of attitude is this?”

Vivienne's brow twitched in irritation.

God, this woman was annoying! This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Scott, aren’t you going to do anything about your daughter? If you hadn’t prematurely left her concert

in Havenwood and made her too embarrassed to return to us, she wouldn’t have been in such a rush to

get to the next city. She wouldn’t have had that accident and hurt her hand, making her have to cancel

the rest of her tour!” Paula spat out these accusations viciously at Scott.

Hearing this, Judith and Scott felt a surge of guilt. They had indeed embarrassed Mila that day, but it

was because of her outrageous behavior.

Given the long-standing relationship between the Brooks and Clark families and Mila’s regular visits to

the Brooks Mansion, they should have saved her some dignity.

“Huh?” Vivienne interjected with her hands in her pockets and her eyes full of mischief. “Ms. Mila, are

you too poor to afford a hotel?”

Mila was taken aback, and she frowned at Vivienne. “What do you mean?”

Vivienne lazily brushed a strand of hair off her face. “You had the option of staying at a hotel, but chose

to rush off and ended up having an accident. And now you're blaming the Brooks?”

The previously guilty Judith and Scott suddenly realized their mistake.

Indeed, even if she was too embarrassed to stay with them, nobody forced her to rush to the next city

that very day. Her accident had nothing to do with them.

Faced with this, Mila's face turned ashen, and a burning anger flashed in her eyes.

Vivienne was even more troublesome than Arabella.

Her accident was a lie. She did this because the incident at her Havenwood concert had spread widely.

Many people posted videos online.

If Vivienne weren't Percival's fiancée, she might have hired a PR team to slander her. But with

Percival's protection and knowing that Percival was Mr. Percy, she knew she was in the wrong and

didn't dare smear Vivienne's name.

Therefore, she accepted her agent's suggestion to cancel the tour under the pretense of an accident to

avoid any potential backlash from the Havenwood incident that could affect future concerts.

Paula, seeing Vivienne turn the tables on Mila in just a few sentences, glared at Vivienne in fury.

“It’s okay, Paula. This is my problem, so we can’t blame Scott.” Mila quickly intervened, but she still felt

a burning hatred for Vivienne in her heart.

Just wait!

Time will tell!

Once she became the matriarch of the Brooks family, Vivienne would see hell.

With that, she sat next to Paula, attempting to change the topic.

Calista followed her mother and took a seat.

Both Carl and Eddy were eager to strike up a conversation with Calista, but her attention was focused

on Percival. With a subtle smile, she said, “Mr. Ellington, we meet again.”

Percival looked up as his deep eyes briefly scanned her face before quickly looking away. There was

an apparent distaste in his expression. “And you are?”

“I'm Calista from the TIC Research Institute.” Calista struggled to maintain her composure. She didn’t

expect Percival to fail to recognize her yet again.

“Oh.” Percival remembered as his frown deepened. “Apologies. I'm face-blind when it comes to

women.”

It wasn’t that. To be frank, she was too ugly.

So ugly that it hurt his eyes.

He needed to look at Vivienne to cleanse his eyes.

Vivienne lifted her head and met Percival’s deep, affectionate gaze. After seeing the distaste in his

eyes, she couldn't help but smile. Her radiant smile took Scott's breath away. This was the first time he

had seen Vivienne smile since he met her.

She was stunning. At that moment, she bore a striking resemblance to Karen.

Seeing Vivienne looking at him, Percival gently took her hand and spoke with utmost sincerity, “You're

the prettiest, Vivienne.”

Vivienne was speechless.

She understood why he was doing this. She was not exactly thrilled about people drooling over him in

front of her, either.

But couldn’t he at least save her some dignity?

Percival glanced up at her. From his gaze, she could tell that he wasn’t trying to neglect her feelings,

but he truly thought that there was no one as beautiful as her on this planet.

Vivienne had no response.

Calista struggled to maintain her composed facade. Her fingers instinctively clenched, and the

resentment in her eyes could not be concealed.

After a while, she averted her gaze, hiding the hostility in her eyes. She then asked with a light smile,

"Mr. Ellington, about that research..."

She was about to bring up the research project that Percival had handed over to her to steer the

conversation back on track.

But then Percival's phone buzzed.

It was his mother, Cecilia.

Percival glanced at the caller ID, hesitated for a moment, and then looked up at Vivienne.

Vivienne was perplexed.

After a brief pause, Vivienne suddenly recalled something and asked, "Did you forget Cecilia and Isolde

in Havenwood?"

"Cough!" Percival coughed lightly, feeling somewhat embarrassed. "I didn't mean to!"

Was he serious?

As soon as he answered the phone, Cecilia's furious voice came through.

"You rotten kid! You actually ditched me and your sister and came back to Rivenwood all by yourself?!

Do I not exist in your eyes anymore?! If you want to leave, just leave, but why did you have to whisk

Vivienne away too? She was supposed to help me make a dress!"

Isolde's aggrieved voice also came from the other end of the line. "Brother, do you and Vivienne not

like me anymore? Why did you leave me behind and run back to Rivenwood by yourselves?"