The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 629

Vivienne blinked in confusion. “Mara? Who’s that?”

As far as Vivienne was concerned, the name Mara had been flushed down the toilet long ago, just like yesterday’s news.

The whole Boyd family had become invisible in Vivienne and Percival’s world, let alone Mara.

Their association with the Boyds had been as necessary as a fish needs a bicycle—completely irrelevant!

Isolde nodded emphatically. “Yes, Mara. Mom’s niece, the one you’ve met before.”

Vivienne was still clueless, but Percival recalled and said, “The girl from the second branch of the Boyd family.”

“Huh?” Vivienne blinked, not following.

Percival chuckled helplessly and flicked Vivienne’s forehead. “The one you said had a nose like a button mushroom.”

“Oh!” Vivienne’s face lit up with realization. “Isn’t she supposed to be abroad? Why is she back?”

What Vivienne did not voice was, “How could she have the gall to show her face here again?”

But with Isolde present, such language was inappropriate.

The trio walked into the living room where Cecilia sat, looking somewhat apologetic.

“Mom, what’s she doing here? Is something wrong?” Percival inquired.

He knew his mother well enough to realize that although she could be scatterbrained at times, she had a strong moral compass.

The Boyds had been nothing but trouble, and Mara had even tried to break him and Vivienne up—Cecilia would not forgive that lightly.

the Ellington Mansion, something

never thought things would turn out this way; I

sheepishly, clearly embarrassed. She

never a central figure in her

were none of

your own decision; don’t mind me,” Vivienne said with a smile,

her lip, “Vivienne, I

family you have left. She’s been close to you for many years, and whatever

eyes welled up at Vivienne’s words. “Vivienne, you can be sure I won’t let Mara trouble you again.

“No thanks needed.”

my business anyway.” The last thought was Vivienne’s silent addition, mindful of Cecilia’s

stance clear, Percival had little to add, though he did say sternly, “She can stay but not in the house. And

Mara was already a huge

your mother like that!” Cecilia retorted, less patient with her son. She

Mara stood silently by the door, clenching her fists as

clear Cecilia was the legitimate lady of the house. To the uninformed, it

had not expected that even her stay would be at the mercy

scanning the slightly

it, or did Vivienne catch her

lips curled into a mocking

a moment to look into Huxley Boyd’s whereabouts? Mara mentioned they had a layover

would also mean passing Mara off to him, sparing the

Ellington family’s

is close to Elite University. You can continue your grad studies here. I’ll hire a housekeeper to take care of your daily needs. Here’s a credit card. The PIN is your

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