The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

Outside the Hawthorn family mansion.

Just as Thomas and Percival arrived, they heard Alisa's words. Thomas's eyes darkened, a hint of

coldness on his face.

Both Leopold and Thomas frowned.

What the hell is Arabella up to?

She secretly healed Percival and claimed she didn't want anyone to know, but now it's all over town?

What does she want to do?

"Vivienne!"

Isolde, standing nearby, spotted Vivienne and was about to run over in excitement when Percival held

her back. "Wait."

He wasn't sure if the Vivienne that Isolde was talking about was the same Vivienne. He just wanted to

see what Arabella was up to.

Inside the hall.

Everyone listened to Alisa's words and showed appreciation for Arabella.

Arabella was indeed an outstanding girl.

But when they looked at Vivienne, their eyes were filled with disgust. Then they began to chatter.

"Arabella may be an adopted daughter, but she's way better than a biological daughter. No matter who

marries Percival, it's Dorian's daughter. He should be happy. It's ridiculous that he ruined his adopted

daughter's marriage for his biological daughter."

"Is he blind? If it were me, I would definitely treat my adopted daughter much better, raise her well, she

could bring glory to the family. Look at Vivienne, she's nothing special from the outside in, and grew up

in the country without much education. What good can she bring to the Hawthorn family?"

"I think there is a reason for the decline of the Hawthorn family. They had a pearl but didn't appreciate

it, instead treating a fake as the real thing."

Hearing the conversations, Arabella turned pale.

Just as she had predicted!

These people would definitely speak up for her!

But she didn't need their help now!

A bunch of idiots!

She was about to explode with anger!

And Dorian, beside her, was shaking with rage. He shouted, "What do you all know? It was Arabella

who didn't want to get married. What does Vivienne have to do with it?"

"Dorian, stop explaining. If you didn't do anything wrong, why did Beatrice kick you out? You can't even

find a job now, can you? I think you should listen to Beatrice, let Arabella marry Percival, then you can

come back and enjoy the good life." A guest sneered.

"Shut up!" Dorian was beside himself with rage, but didn't know what to say.

Just then, a fancy lady walked over, excitedly asking Arabella, "Ms. Hawthorn, did you really cure

Percival's sister? I heard she had an accident when she was young. Her face was ruined and left with

many scars. But recently, rumors say she's regained her looks and has become very beautiful. Did you

do that?"

This fancy lady was Doreen Baker, the daughter of the Baker family, 45, married into the Churchill

family of Rivenwood.

It was said that her daughter had a car accident a few years ago and her face was ruined. She had

found lot of famous doctors for her daughter's treatment, but couldn't find a solution.

Her daughter, Faye Churchill, became introverted due to her disfigurement and didn't want to interact

with outsiders, which gave Doreen a headache.

A few months ago, Doreen brought Faye to Havenwood, hoping she could relax a little.

She was here today for the birthday party because her mother was good friends with Beatrice, who

invited her to the party. But her mother was sick and she had come in her place. Unexpectedly, she

heard that Arabella could treat disfigurements, so she was absolutely thrilled.

Before Arabella could answer, Coral said with a smug face, "Isn't it obvious? Arabella's medical skills

are quite extraordinary. Isolde's illness was so serious, but Arabella healed her in just a few days."

Arabella wanted to stop Coral, but considering Doreen's status, she let it slide.

The Churchill family had a high status in Rivenwood. She had been wanting to get to know Doreen. If

she could establish a connection with her, she would have more opportunities when she went to

Rivenwood in the future.

Doreen's eyes lit up. "Really?"

Arabella nodded, "Yes, but Coral was being exaggerated. Isolde was burned. Though it's been a long

time, it's not incurable."

Percival, Leopold, and Thomas, who were standing at the entrance, all frowned upon hearing this.

Leopold couldn't help but say, "What nonsense is Arabella talking about?"

Percival squinted, glanced at Isolde, and raised his hand, pointing at Arabella not far away. He asked,

"Did she heal you?"

With her big eyes blinking, Isolde looked at Percival in confusion. "No, the other girl named Vivienne

did. Bro, you've met Vivienne. How do you not recognize her?"

All three of them didn't answer.

They mistook the person!

That stupid woman Arabella dared to take credit for others' work!

"That's too much!" Leopold was immediately furious. "I've never seen someone so shameless. She

impersonated others and bullied Mr. Ellington's fiancée? It's absurd!"

As he was about to confront Arabella, Percival called him back. "Come back!"

Leopold stopped in his tracks, glaring at Percival. "She's bullying your fiancée and you're just going to

let her go?"

Percival cast him a glance, his long fingers resting on the edge of the wheelchair. He spoke calmly, "If

you're going to hit, hit where it hurts."

Leopold was confused. "What do you mean?"

Thomas explained seriously, "Mr. Sterling, what Mr. Ellington means is, keep an eye on her and

confront her when she can’t argue back."

Thomas then gave him a you-are-such-a-dummy look.

Leopold was speechless, thinking, “I got it! I'm not an idiot! You are the idiot!”

Meanwhile, Doreen excitedly grabbed Arabella's hand, saying enthusiastically, "Ms. Hawthorn, I want

you to check on my daughter. If you can cure her, I will be very grateful."

Arabella was quite pleased inside, but kept a cool exterior, maintaining her gentle and generous

demeanor. She smiled and said, "Treating patients is a doctor's duty, but I can't guarantee that I can

cure your daughter. Each individual's condition is unique." Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"I understand, I understand." Doreen said, "As long as there's a glimmer of hope, I want to give it a try."

She continued, "Could you check on my daughter after the banquet ends? I'm really sorry for the rush."

Arabella smiled understandingly, "No problem, after the banquet, I'll come with you."

"Great, you carry on. I'll go get her now." Without letting Arabella respond, Doreen rushed off.

After she left, there was a round of gasps and praises for Arabella's beauty, kindness, humility, and

pragmatism, saying she was way better than Vivienne.

Alisa listened to everyone's comments, looking at Vivienne with satisfaction, "See? Arabella's

excellence is universally acknowledged. What makes you think you can compete with her? Just bear in

mind, even if you're Dorian's biological daughter, it won't make a difference. As long as I'm here, you

won't take her fiancé away!"

Vivienne gave a faint smile, about to speak, when suddenly, a little girl ran over and hugged her leg,

"Vivienne!"

Vivienne was taken aback, looking at the girl in surprise, "Isolde?"

Isolde nodded, "Vivienne, I missed you."

Then, Isolde turned to Arabella, pouting and said unhappily, "Why are you pretending to be Vivienne? It

was her who cured me, not you!"

Arabella frowned, she hadn't seen Isolde since she recovered and didn't know who she was. Hearing

her words, she was a bit upset but still tried to keep smiling, "Little girl, you shouldn't make random

accusations. When did I pretend to be her?"

From a distance, a cold male voice came, "Is that so? Then could you explain why my sister said the

one who cured her was Miss Arabella?"