The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

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At the Brooks family’s mansion.

Scott had just hung up the phone with Baron, his expression anything but pleasant.

“Did Richard tattle to your father again?” Judith asked, rubbing her temples in frustration.

“Yeah.” Scott massaged his temples, his face a picture of discomfort.

“What on earth was Tristan thinking?” Timothy boomed. “He was supposed to keep an eye on Arabella, not join in her trouble–making activity! Fighting with other students and getting himself half paralyzed? Is he crazy?”

“Big bro, why are you even bothering to find a top–notch doctor for him? I say let him stay paralyzed for life: it’ll save us the trouble once he’s healed.”

Scott sipped his coffee as his eyes narrowed. Years of navigating the corporate world had given him an aura of authority, even when seated.

Tristan was a boy Karen had saved years ago, and Scott had always had a soft spot for him because of it. Besides, Tristan was exceptionally capable and had made countless contributions to the Brooks family.

When news of Tristan’s severe injury reached Rivenwood, Scott immediately sent people to find a doctor for Tristan, despite the embarrassing circumstances that led to his injury.

However, after consulting several renowned doctors in Havenwood, all seemed hopeless. As a last resort, Scott posted a reward on the Dark Web and even tried to contact the famous Specter Healer through his connections.

“That’s enough.” Judith intervened. “If you want to blame someone, blame Tristan. What’s the point in venting at your brother?”

“Grandma.” Ashley, sitting next to Melissa, spun her eyes and asked with malicious intent, “So, are we still going to hold Arabella’s reunion party?”

Judith hesitated. Arabella had been back for a month now, and by all accounts, they should have held the reunion party by now, inviting all the major families in Rivenwood for a grand celebration.

But considering the trouble Arabella had caused, Judith was hesitant. After a moment’s thought, she said, “We’ll have it, of course. Since she’s in Havenwood, let’s hold it there.”

Ashley snickered to herself. If Arabella’s reunion party wasn’t held in Rivenwood, it would certainly raise questions about the legitimacy of her reunion among the other families.

Havenwood.

At the same time that Vivienne received a request from the Brooks family to treat Tristan’s injuries, Dorian also received an invitation from them to attend Arabella’s reunion party.

They had already had a fallout

Dorian scratched his head, looking at the invitation card.

Scott treated Dorian very well. He was not

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can say you were

Cordelia’s face darkened. “What will people say if

when she dropped Thaddeus off

a moment, then looked up at Vivienne. “How about you go for me,

had invited them, he

he couldn’t refuse Scott’s

though their family had been separated from the Brooks family, his bond with him

who had previously falsely accused him. He still had a lingering fear

all, Arabella was still her

Vivienne had no

was unexpected,

in two days at the Victoria

many of her classmates and people from all the major families

Havenwood to avoid embarrassment. They assumed it was because they loved Arabella so much

the reunion party spread, praises, and flattery for Arabella came from all corners. Those who wanted to get in good with the Brooks family conveniently forgot

of the party, when Vivienne arrived, the hotel’s banquet hall

dressed in elegant gowns, each trying to outshine the other. Even the students

her simple T–shirt, jeans, and sneakers

hall with a serene expression, attracting many glances,

surrounded by a group of young boys and girls and was coming down from the

front of everyone. As the star of

to spot Dorian and Cordelia. Although she was a bit miffed, she thought it was for the

was nowhere

didn’t Percival accompany

sarcastic laugh. “Mr. Ellington must be too embarrassed to show up, of course.” “Exactly.

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not even deign to gift his fiancée a proper gown? I heard she grew up in the countryside; no wonder she’s not

eyes to her own