The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 15

When the posh lady met Vivienne’s gaze, she instinctively took a step back. What a terrifying look it was. It was like staring into the eyes of death. “1” She was left speechless under Vivienne’s intense gaze.

The principal and teacher were also left stunned by Vivienne’s overwhelming aura

Dorian, watching the scene through the surveillance footage, roared in anger, This is too much! It was clear that Dino was the one who attacked my son unprovoked, yet you all are ganging up to frame him! He’s only five and scared speechless by you guys. Don’t you have any humanity?”

His outburst left the principal and the posh lady trembling. “Mr. Hawthorn, this is a misunderstanding the principal quickly apologized, trying to smooth things over with a forced smile. 1 didn’t properly investigate. I only saw Thaddeus holding a knife and assumed he had attacked Dino, I apologize.”

“If apologies really worked, would we even need cops?” Vivienne replied, cocking her head to the side.

Cordelia, already fuming, quickly picked up on Vivienne’s words and blurted out, “Dorian, call the police! We must seek justice for our son!*

Dorian immediately pulled out his phone to make a call. The principal went into panic mode and tried to stop him. “Mr. Hawthorn, please give us another chance. I promise this will not happen again.”

The posh lady quickly added, “I apologize, it was all my fault. I blamed Thaddeus without asking for the full story. I can pay compensation. Is fifty thousand dollars enough?”

Dorian gave her a cold stare, without saying a word.

“One hundred thousand dollars? Or you could name a price. I’m willing to pay anything I can afford.” The posh lady was truly desperate now. They had a reputation to uphold in Havenwood. Being taken away by the police would tarnish their image and affect her family’s business. Her mother–in–law would surely blame her.

“Do you think money solves everything?” Dorian asked emotionlessly. “Can money make up for the wrongs my son suffered today? Who can compensate for the mental trauma he’s been through?”

“…I can explain.” the posh lady stammered. “Beatrice from your family made me do it. My husband has a contract to sign with your company. Beatrice wanted me to find a way to get Thaddeus expelled from the kindergarten, and I…

nodded in agreement. “Yes, Beatrice ordered it. I didn’t want to do it, but she threatened me. She said if I didn’t comply. I wouldn’t

Vivienne off to Percival, would go as far as

stop until she got what she wanted. She glanced at the posh lady and the principal, and said in a calm voice,

of them, sobbing. I’m sorry. Please forgive

her, her face impassive. “If I hadn’t

posh lady was at a loss for words. Indeed, if there was no surveillance footage, Thaddeus would have been the one to bear the

small smile. “So, you need to

turned to the principal. “By the way, we’ve

to say it wasn’t necessary because she could care for him, but

the checkup, the police came to take their statements. Vivienne handed over the surveillance video she had copied from the kindergarten. She didn’t bother with

at Tranquil Estates, it was already evening. Cordelia led a timid Thaddeus to Vivienne

gaze. He was a bit scared

and fear touched Vivienne. She used to be this scared when she and her mom were hunted. She lightly touched Thaddeus‘ face, her voice softer than usual. “Does it hurt?”

Vivienne, with his eyes wide in surprise. She was so gentle. Although he had a sister who was also very kind, the sister in front of him was even kinder. He shook his

and went to her room to grab a few things. She gave one of them to Thaddeus.

a set of anime figures.

is the latest anime model. I love

you like it.”

other two gifts to Dorian and Cordelia. “Dorian, Cordelia, these are my gifts to

last time, but she forgot due to Isolde’s sudden illness. So, she

sure what they would like, so she bought Dorian and Cordelia a set of clothes each. She had something for Astrid too, but she

is from Elegance Wave? Each piece costs at least a thousand

temples. “I spent my own money. Is there a