The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 31

Percival was as nonchalant as if he was talking about something mundane.

This made Arabella’s heart beat faster once again.

Percival had Dr. William’s number? And he’s planning to call him? Was he planning on completely ruining her reputation today?

This cannot happen!

She couldn’t let her carefully crafted image be destroyed just like that.

Arabella lifted her gaze, her face cold, “The Ellington family is powerful, so Mr. Ellington, you can do as you please, but I can’t! The gift is for Dr. William, I should go apologize in person and take it back. So please wait, Mr. Ellington, I’ll go change.”

Before Percival could object, she turned and went upstairs.

Once upstairs, Arabella closed the door tightly, her eyes filled with resentment.

She clenched her teeth and balled her fists, thinking, “Vivienne! Percival! This isn’t over yet!”

Later, Arabella changed her outfit, threw some herbs out the window, then went downstairs:

She didn’t even take her bag.

She did this to show everyone that she was really going to deliver the herbs.

Arabella went to Beatrice and Octavia, and said apologetically, “I’m sorry, I’ve caused trouble for the Hawthorn family.”

Hearing this, Octavia sneered inwardly, of course she’d blame Arabella!

Besides, she never liked Arabella!

This girl was too manipulative, sometimes even blatantly showing her desires.

But of course, she couldn’t say these things out loud.

Beatrice held the financial reigns of the Hawthorn family, they needed her to survive.

smile, “Arabella, I don’t mind. Don’t

head, still appearing well–behaved and sensible, only her fallen hair hid the sharpness in

know that Arabella hasn’t delivered the gift

she would make the same choice as Arabella, not letting everyone know the gift was still in the Hawthorn family.

Arabella

avoided everyone, went to the backyard, collected the herbs, and left the Hawthorn

Arabella left, the drama

all, this was the Hawthorn

just happened, but their impression of Arabella had worsened

ever, dealing with the guests with

Dorian, Cordelia, and Thaddeus

with Vivienne was Isolde.

Vivienne had no

to sit there,

the privilege to sit at the main table,

didn’t mind, he found it relaxing not being with

like the socializing either. She

Since they weren’t given much attention by

Vivienne, hang in

a long purple dress, she wasn’t frail like Arabella, her features were well defined, and she had a distinct charm. If she hadn’t said those things

a small smile, saying, “Do you have any grudges against Arabella?”

smile to Vivienne, “I like people

smiling. Was this

gotta go, my dad’s so mad about me getting involved in this, he’s about to break my legs. I need to save my skin.” With that, Charlotte lifted her dress and ran

that she was wearing pants under her

give Vivienne a chance to speak, she just

her forehead helplessly.

Thomas came over with

an indifferent looking Leopold with them.

then at Leopold, her gaze towards Leopold was a bit

nose, feeling a bit

always stared at him and had this strange smile. He even suspected if Ms. Vivienne had a crush on him,

Hawthorn, Ms. Vivienne, may we sit here?”

by his politeness and modesty,