The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Theodore’s family hustled into the decontamination room, shedding their day clothes and embracing the sterility of the room. Yannick’s tantrum was still echoing through the halls, a lingering reminder of the tension that had gripped the household.

Hayden’s family stood back, observing the scene unfold with a wary detachment. They waited until Theodore’s family emerged, and Theodore restored to his usual calm demeanor before they ventured into the room themselves.

It was just a matter of a bath and a change of clothes, they reasoned, a small price to pay for peace of mind.

Before Hayden’s daughter, Mara stepped into the chamber, she smiled enthusiastically at her cousin, Percival. “Percival, wait for me. We’ll catch up properly once I’m done,” she said.

Percival managed a weary nod in response, his expression softening at the sight of his cousin.

Vivienne was not surprised. On the way over, Percival mentioned that Mara was the only one still in touch with Cecilia. Their bond had only grown stronger since their studies together in Rivenwood, and Mara had always been the little sister who idolized Percival the most.

When Isolde was born, Mara had even sent a gift—a delicate gold bracelet.

In Percival’s eyes, Mara was the only Boyd worth acknowledging as family. The two of them had even recognized each other as brother and sister.

Eliza followed the others into the decontamination room, silently taking her turn without comment.

The Boyd family members eventually all gathered together. Mara enveloped Percival in a tight hug. “Percival, it’s been too long. I’ve missed you so much. You never text me back.”

“I’ve been busy,” Percival replied, subtly stepping back to create some distance between them, his eyes darting to Vivienne as if seeking understanding.

Vivienne simply arched an eyebrow, choosing to remain silent.

“I thought you wouldn’t arrive until tomorrow. Had I known, I would’ve returned tonight to have dinner with you,” Mara said, her voice chipper. It was clear she was the most joyful member of the Boyds.

“We were waiting for everyone to come back for dinner,” Percival said, flashing a knowing smile.

Mara glanced at Wendy, sighing helplessly.

Grandma was playing her old tricks again, as predictable as ever.

Theodore cleared his throat, relieved to find his voice working again, and said, “We’ve already eaten outside, and the Boyds don’t usually do suppers. You two will have to wait until tomorrow to eat together.”

late, Mom. Let me

back. Percival, your rooms are downstairs by the staircase. You must be

under the stairwell is for the nanny.

don’t you give up

mistake you for mute if

see Grandma wants to rest?” Theodore scolded, ready to ascend the

Eliza rose to their feet but

were not going

stopped Theodore’s family and Wendy in their tracks, a

tilted her head, annoyance creeping into her voice. “The head of the household hasn’t eaten yet, and you

using her

seemed some were determined to test her

with malice before she subdued it. “We didn’t mean any

Vivienne stood up and surveyed the

there, but… it’s so late, and we don’t have much food prepared. How will we

thin line. “There’s a delivery app in Veridia. You mean

by the implication of their

flatly stated, “You will join us for dinner.”Books

arm and swanned into

but Vivienne’s regal presence and recent events forced

the head of the table, they exchanged uneasy glances. Where were they supposed to sit

as if on cue, Wendy and Theodore’s family – the first

family – the second branch, and Eliza had

the beleaguered butler arrived with bags full