The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

Once again, Mila had the audacity to stir up trouble with Vivienne, and Scott had had enough. Now, she

even wanted to throw slaps in the Brooks household. He wondered who gave her such nerve.

"Scott, it was Kala who provoked me; I just..." Tears welled up in Mila's eyes as she spoke. "You know I

would never ignore what you say. Whatever I do is for you and the Brooks family. You must believe

me!"

Mila was sobbing uncontrollably, wishing she could melt Scott's heart with her tears.

Her strategy was obvious.

Unfortunately, her dramatic display didn't move a single soul in the Brooks household. They all watched

her emotionlessly.

"Ms. Clark," Scott issued another eviction order. "I don't want to repeat myself. Please leave."

Kala, with her arms folded, chuckled. "Ms. Clark, you seem to be crying pretty hard. Do you need some

eye drops? I have a ton in my room. They are guaranteed to make your cries more convincing."

Kala was fed up with Mila's theatrical antics. Who did she think she was fooling?

Mila's tears squeezed out, but Scott's heart remained unmoved.

Humiliated and frustrated, Mila picked up her tea-stained coat and left awkwardly.

After watching Mila leave, the furrow in Scott's brow finally relaxed. He then turned to Vivienne, who

was sitting on the couch. "Vivienne, are you okay?"

He had planned to be away for five days, but he wrapped up his business in three and came home

early.

Upon his return, he found Mila creating a ruckus in the Brooks household. She was even trying to

assault someone.

Mila's constant disruptions were getting on his nerves, and her attempts to interfere in the Brooks

family affairs were unsettling.

The Brooks family didn't need an outsider to make decisions for them. If Mila fantasized about being

the matriarch of the Brooks family, it was up to him to stop it.

Vivienne glanced at him nonchalantly. "I'm fine."

"Uncle Scott, are you really going to marry Ms. Clark?" Kala asked as soon as Mila left.

Scott glared at her. "Nonsense! When did I ever say I was going to marry her?"

Due to the friendly relations between the two families and Mila's good relationship with Paula, Mila

often visited the Brooks household.

It was clear to everyone what Mila was after, but no one said it out loud.

"Uncle Scott, if you're going to marry again, you need to choose a suitable wife. Especially character-

wise. You need to be careful. Ms. Clark has been treating the Brooks residence like her own. She

comes and goes as she pleases, and she is always picking on Vivienne. Such a person is not suitable

to be the matriarch of the Brooks family."

Scott didn't say much as a response; he only said, "I'll handle it."

While this statement was directed at Kala, it was also meant for Vivienne.

Ever since Vivienne returned home, she had been keeping her distance from him.

Although she never said it, Scott could feel that Vivienne was different from the other members of the

Brooks family. She had her own thoughts and was hiding many secrets.

"That's good." Kala nodded and smiled as she linked arms with Vivienne. "I can rest easy for Vivienne

then."

"By the way." Scott looked at Vivienne. "The time we had your reunion banquet, your foster parents

didn't come. Let's arrange a time to have dinner with them soon."

"Okay," Vivienne responded indifferently.

Dorian and Cordelia were supposed to attend Vivienne's reunion banquet, but they didn't show up that

night.

She called Dorian many times and even sent Matthew to look for them. Before Matthew could find

them, Dorian called.

He said they had something urgent to attend to and couldn't make it to the banquet. They told her that

they would visit her another day.

But after so long, Dorian hadn't called, and she wondered what he was busy with.

It had been a while since she left Havenwood, and she wanted to see Dorian and Cordelia.

However, before she could call, Dorian called first.

They had finished their business and wanted to have dinner with her. So they agreed to meet the next

day at noon.

Vivienne didn't invite Scott. She went to meet them alone.

They met at a private restaurant.

Astrid, who had mentioned transferring to Rivenwood for work, was also there.

After not seeing Vivienne for a while, Dorian looked at her with concern.

Cordelia held her hand as tears welled up in her eyes. "You have no idea how worried your father and I

have been. We were afraid that you'd be bullied in the Brooks family and that you'd bear it all alone."

Dorian nodded in agreement. "You're always so stubborn. If you have any problems, let us help you.

We're always thinking about you. If it weren't for an emergency, we wouldn't have missed your

banquet."

Astrid laughed at her parents' reactions. "You two are so dramatic. How could Vivienne be mistreated

by the Brooks family? I'm sure the Brooks family treats her like a treasure!"

"What was the urgent matter that made you miss the banquet?" Vivienne asked them.

"One of Dorian's old friends fell seriously ill. We went to see him one last time." Cordelia explained.

Cordelia held her hand while looking at Dorian with a sense of sentiment. "Life can be so

unpredictable. Your dad is also upset. Losing such a good friend so suddenly is very hard... We helped

with the arrangements, and it took us a few days."

Dorian bowed his head and covered his face with his hand, as if he didn't want to discuss this

heartbreaking matter. "Who could have foreseen..."

"Dad, please don't be so sad." Astrid handed over a tissue as her face also filled with sadness.

"Let's not talk about this anymore." Vivienne passed over the menu. "You guys look at what you want.

Just order anything."

"Of course we should choose what you love!" Dorian and Cordelia still put her first, insisting on

choosing what she liked.

"All right." Vivienne nodded and then propped up her chin. "Then help me order some tangy BBQ ribs

and a mango mousse cake for dessert. Anything else is up to you."

Dorian and Cordelia would always agree to unconditionally eat whatever Vivienne wanted to eat. They

then hurriedly called the waiter to place their order.

They even specifically asked for the BBQ ribs to be made tasty.

The waiter left to fulfill the order, and the four continued their casual conversation, which naturally

turned to Astrid's work.

"Astrid, have you transferred to Rivenwood while still being in charge of the same work?"

"I'm sorry, Vivienne. My work is confidential, so I can't say too much." Astrid explained with a sense of

regret. "When there's a chance, I'll tell you more."

If she wasn’t willing to discuss it, Vivienne didn’t want to force the issue and just took a leisurely sip of

her coffee.

"Vivienne." Dorian rubbed his hands as he glanced at Cordelia and then looked at Vivienne. "Actually,

we came here with another purpose as well." Dorian hesitantly said. "Cordelia and I don't have many

friends in Rivenwood, and this time we came especially to see you. Could we possibly stay at the Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Brooks Mansion for a few days?"

Upon hearing this, Cordelia pulled at Dorian, whispering in reproach, "We could stay at a hotel. You

can't ask for such a thing. It's putting Vivienne in a difficult position."

Dorian was momentarily at a loss for words, but he still looked at Vivienne and continued speaking

awkwardly. "You know our relationship with the Brooks family hasn't been good. We've had little contact

over the years. I wanted to take this opportunity to resolve past grievances and have a good talk."

"Vivienne, I know this is a tough request." Astrid also chimed in. "For my dad's sake, could you do us

this favor?"