The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Although he did not know the specifics of that organization, the fact that Scott was second-in-command was a testament to his high status.

And from the moment Vivienne began to settle scores with the Brooks family, he knew Scott’s deeds would one day come to light.

Vivienne was somewhat of an enigma to him. Their interactions had been few, and it was hard to say they shared a close bond, but he could tell that the face she presented to the world was not her true self.

Her arrival at the Brooks family was driven by Karen’s death and possibly by the organization lurking behind Scott.

So, he stripped Scott of his position as head of the family, hoping to distract Vivienne and Percival while secretly aiding Scott.

All these actions were his way of making amends.

Scott’s smile froze on his face, and perhaps it was the way the light hit him, but his usually calm and composed features now seemed twisted and terrifying. “Offset? Haha, offset, you say?”

Scott’s gaze followed Baron’s retreating figure, a glimmer of hatred flashing in his eyes.

“You have no idea what I’ve been through, so you have no right to speak to me of forgiveness!”

Scott would never forget the poison injected into his veins, the whip marks that had scarred his flesh, and the relentless crushing of his spirit.

These were cold memories that still sent shivers down his spine.

Vivienne, observing Scott’s expression, could imagine what he had endured.

Some choose to either perish or be reborn in the Abyss, but others, like Scott, only continue to drag more innocents into its depths.

He inflicted the pain he had suffered on others, finding satisfaction and validation in their torment.

Baron slowly stood up, using the back of the sofa for support, and approached Scott.

“If you harbor hatred, I won’t blame you. I have failed you regardless of whether you are my flesh and blood. If you want to kill me, go ahead.”

“Grandpa!” Ronald stepped in front of Baron, his voice desperate. “Uncle, if you must kill, then kill me, but don’t harm Grandpa, please!”

pushed Ronald aside fiercely and wrapped his arms around

the new bomb in Percival’s car and crafted it, too. I know you’re here

his hand, his thumb pressing hard

“No!!”

but the explosion that everyone anticipated never

repeatedly, but

the silence, sounding

looked at Scott, a faint smile playing on

stared at her in shock. “How? What did you

cane? Such a lame trick. How did Mr. B

she

could discover his plan and had taken precautions against them, yet she

caused a significant explosion. At most, it would’ve been enough to kill the two of you,” Vivienne

If it were like the old times, requiring a physical trigger, I would not have

dawned on Scott that Vivienne had known about the new

He had lost.

Baron away and drew a knife, charging at

quicker, intercepting

held Scott, only to

Percival remained calm and

Something was off.

breath,

Vivienne had drugged him!

head to

shrugged nonchalantly. “My Vivienne

trickled down as he laughed softly. “Vivienne, you and your mother are

truly harm the daughter

You didn’t kill my mother. However, you had the intention to. You think you have the right to act

silent. He

deeply and was willing to spend

that shone into his