The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

"Ah, Kala's here too."

Mila spotted her, causing her face to falter slightly as she forced a smile. “You’re not too busy with work

these days, huh? Here you are, lounging around the house."

One by one, they came to spoil her plans.

Kala was notoriously blunt and straightforward. At home, she spoke her mind without regard for other

people's feelings.

Baron would occasionally chide her, but it was always brief and never too harsh. Hence, there was a

reason for Kala's candid and carefree nature.

"Ms Clark, since when do I need to report my work schedule to you?" Kala glanced at her and spoke in

an indifferent tone.

Everyone in the Brooks family knew of Mila's interest in Scott.

Kala didn't particularly like this woman; she was always scheming and plotting. Moreover, hearing

rumors of Mila and Calista Pendleton's efforts to harass Vivienne only made her more disinclined to

show her any friendliness.

Mila's face stiffened for a moment. "What are you saying? Our families have been old friends for years,

so, as an elder, it's only natural for me to show concern."

"Ha!" Kala scoffed. She walked over to the living room and sat between Vivienne and Mila, pushing

Mila to the side. "Ms Clark, what brings you here again? Didn't you have enough of my grandfather's

scolding last time?"

Mila felt as if she had been slapped in the face. Her entire body felt uncomfortable. "What scolding?

Kala, you must be mistaken."

If she had known Kala would be here, she would have brought Calista along.

Having her daughter, a medical genius, by her side would have given her more confidence and made

her voice stronger.

"Really?" Kala laughed dismissively while looking down at the coat in her hands. "This design is a bit

outdated, isn't it? It's not for Vivienne, is it? It would suit you just right."

Outdated?

It would suit her?

Upon hearing this, Mila instantly felt irritated.

Was this a roundabout way of calling her old?

"Kala, what do you mean by that?" Mila couldn't keep her composure any longer. "I bought this present

for Vivienne out of genuine kindness. It's a limited-edition product that not everyone can afford. How

could you say such things?"

As she spoke, she looked so hurt. She was even on the verge of tears.

Kala was dumbfounded.

Damn!

Was this a drama?

Kala rolled her eyes and spoke with a tinge of annoyance in her voice. "Ms Clark, Scott isn't here now,

so who are you putting on a show for? Vivienne and me? Do you think we care about your cheap

tears?"

Mila stiffened. She was ready to burst into a mad rage at any moment. Yet she held it back, saying,

"Kala, you're being very mean. I brought a gift for Vivienne, and you insulted it right in front of me. Is

this the kind of manners the Brooks family teaches their children?"

Mila, being a renowned pianist, was always surrounded by a halo of fame and adoration from her fans.

There was always a tinge of arrogance deep within her, which made her constantly display an air of

superiority in front of Vivienne.

Kala was speechless. "Your coat is outdated, and I'm not allowed to say it?"

With that, she turned to Vivienne. "Vivienne, what do you say? Was I wrong in my judgement?"

Vivienne finally lifted her eyes slightly and glanced at the coat.

"The stitching is outdated; the embellishments are too cluttered, and the color is extremely dull." She

scoffed lightly, then returned her attention to her phone. "Myrna is really falling behind."

Myrna had consulted her before, and she had given a few pointers.

But Myrna's work was always inconsistent. This time was no different; it was mediocre and lacked

depth.

For a moment, Mila doubted her own ears. This was Myrna they were talking about here. She was a

world-renowned designer!

Many wealthy people lined up to buy her clothes, but here in front of Vivienne, they were dismissed as

worthless.

"See, I told you it was outdated." Kala crossed her arms smugly, which infuriated Mila.

She gritted her teeth, wishing she could slap Kala right then and there.

But she couldn’t. She knew Baron was resting in his room.

If she made a scene, she might be kicked out again.

Calista had warned her to endure. Without a hundred percent certainty, she couldn't act rashly.

For the power and status that came with becoming the legitimate Mrs. Brooks, she was ready to

endure all the bitterness she was feeling.

Mila had made mistakes in the past due to her impulsiveness. She swallowed her anger and said,

"Vivienne, I didn't mean any harm. I know there are some disagreements between you and Calista, but

I've always treated you as my own daughter. Even if I've said something or done something to upset

you, it was all for your own good. I had no ill intentions."

Vivienne laughed coldly as she lifted her chin. "You think anyone can be my mother?"

She hadn't even become the true matriarch of the Brooks family, yet she wanted to dictate Vivienne's

life.

Was she worthy?

Mila was getting very frustrated, but she suppressed her anger yet again. "I know your mother has

been gone for a long time, but everyone needs to move on with their lives. We can't live in the past

forever."

"Scott has been searching for you all these years because he can't let go of his feelings. He's a loyal

person, and, as his daughter, you can't be a burden, can you?"

Vivienne's eyes turned icy cold. Her aura was chilling.

"Shut up!" Sensing Vivienne's displeasure, Kala picked up a cup of water from the table and threw it at

Mila's face. "If you want to join the Brooks family, you'll have to see if we agree!"

The whole cup of water splashed onto Mila's face, causing her to shriek and stand up in a hurry.

She was soaked with water from head to toe.

Even her expensive dress was stained with water.

"What are you doing?!" Mila yelled in anger. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Kala didn't even spare her a glance and turned to the maid instead. "Aurelia, see the guest out."

She grabbed the designer bag that once held a coat from the table and, with a look of disdain on her

face, tossed it toward the intruder. "Take your stuff and leave the Brooks family’s property!"

Did she really think she could do as she pleased and push the Brooks family around? Showing up

uninvited every other day was wearing thin.

"You!" Mila was livid, and her face was flushed with rage. She didn't care about the coat she had just

bought. She was set on slapping Kala right then and there.

However, just as she extended her hand, someone gripped it, rendering her immobile.

"Let go of me!" Mila turned to rebuke the person holding her back, but as she pivoted, she found Scott

standing behind her.

She was momentarily taken aback. "Scott... Weren't you supposed to be out of town for a few days?"

Scott's face was stern; clearly, he had seen everything that had just transpired, and his anger was

palpable. "Ms. Clark, I believe I've made it clear that no one has the right to discipline my daughter.

Likewise, no one from the Brooks family needs your 'discipline'!"

Mila was shell-shocked. She began shaking her head in a desperate attempt to defend herself. "It's not

like that, Scott. It's all a misunderstanding. I never meant..."

"Never meant what?" Scott curtly released her hand, as if even holding it was distasteful. "Did you not

understand what I just said?"