The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Carl hadn’t stirred from his coma yet. The car crash hadn’t damaged his nerves, but it had plunged him into a deep unconsciousness. Having undergone surgery from Vivienne, he was still out cold, waiting for the anesthesia to wear off.

No one could get a word out of Carl about the incident until he awoke.

Percival received a call from Richard, urging them to hurry back home.

The reckless stunt that Vivienne and Percival pulled at the racetrack, leaping off a cliff, had gone viral through various videos online. Despite Percival’s orders to take them down, Richard got wind of the incident.

They soon arrived at Ellington Mansion, and Cecilia was the first to greet them, clutching Vivienne’s hand anxiously. “Vivienne, are you alright?” Cecilia circled around Vivienne, ensuring she was unharmed before she could finally relax.

Before Vivienne could utter a word, Cecilia smacked Percival on the shoulder. “You reckless boy, how could you do something so dangerous? Go explain yourself to your grandfather! Vivienne, let’s go inside.”

With that, Cecilia led Vivienne into the house, leaving a puzzled Percival behind.

What exactly was he supposed to explain?

Inside, Richard inspected Vivienne just like Cecilia had and, once assured, turned his gaze to Percival. Brandishing his cane, he gave Percival a few good thumps. “You foolhardy child! If you want to jump off a cliff, do it alone! Why drag our Vivienne into your mess?”

So, that was what needed explaining.

And it hit Percival hard. He could risk his life, but not the precious granddaughter-in-law of the Ellington family.

allowing him to say less. After all, how could he be worthy of Vivienne if he

safe. Don’t flatter yourself!” Richard scoffed

Percival rubbed his forehead but

nearby, raising

in the corner of the couch and watched

arrived, looking like they had just come from

a fruit platter, Flynn frowned. “I’m swamped at work, and here you are, the chairman, living the life. Maybe I’ll take a day off tomorrow, take Imogen out for some

“Granted,” Percival replied casually.

strode over

from Vivienne, Flynn was one of the

gaze capturing the two men while a

sweet and filled with a gentle warmth. “It’s such a blessing to have a

information forwarded to

orphan whose parents had died in an accident. Seen as a burden by her relatives, she grew up in an

earned a scholarship to study abroad, which softened her disposition. And after starting a relationship with Flynn,

identity as the young master of the Nine Mystics Society on her finger, her lips curling into an almost imperceptible

call Fiona and Kenneth

Calista, now Sienna,

did the doctor

smiled. “It’s nothing serious, Uncle Flynn. Just need to keep up with the medicine

with genuine tenderness, a stark contrast to his playful scuffle with