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.

a smile, “Arabella, I don’t mind.

sensible, only

know that Arabella hasn’t delivered the gift

even if she knew, she would make the same choice as Arabella, not letting everyone know

thanks, Arabella quickly

backyard, collected the

Arabella left, the drama ended…

didn’t pursue it further. After all, this was the Hawthorn family. His future father–in–law

talking about what just happened, but

was as cheerful as ever, dealing with the

and Dorian, Cordelia, and Thaddeus were

Vivienne was Isolde.

sticking with her, refusing to leave, Vivienne had

to sit there, it was Beatrice’s arrangement.

sit at the

it relaxing not being

didn’t like the socializing either. She preferred being in a

them, the other guests were busy talking. Since they weren’t given much attention

down, someone patted Vivienne’s shoulder, saying, “Ms. Vivienne,

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 about Arabella earlier, people would think of her as an extraordinary

saying, “Do you have

gave a smile to Vivienne, “I like people like you, honest and

Was this

I 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 she was wearing pants under her dress!

chance to speak, she just ran off like

her forehead

Charlotte left, Thomas came over with

was also an indifferent

then at Leopold, her gaze towards Leopold was a bit mocking.

feeling a bit

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

Vivienne, may we sit here?” Percival asked politely and modestly.

to refuse, but was swayed by his politeness and modesty, “Please