The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Arthur choked on his words, momentarily unsure of where to throw his support.

Percival stepped in to clear the air, "Dad, Vivienne and I will be back by evening."

Vivienne glanced at him, a hint of surprise in her eyes.

Mr. Wolf had awakened and was staying here?

Percival explained, "The house is still a mess, and we haven't got around to getting all the baby stuff. A baby shower after a month isn't too late." Arthur's face lit up, "Right, right, the baby shower! I'll have the invitations sent out immediately. I'll draft them tonight."

His resentment towards Percival dissipated.

He had regrets about his daughter's wedding.

This time, at his grandchildren's baby shower, he was determined to make it right.

The Ellington family.

As Percival and Vivienne entered the living room with the kids, Richard's teacup crashed to the floor.

Despite decades of hardship, his eyes reddened at that moment.

Percival knelt before Richard, his expression somber, "Grandpa, I'm sorry for worrying you."

Vivienne, holding the twins, had a reserved look in her eyes.

Was she overthinking it?

Mr. Wolf seemed different since waking up.

Nathan and Cecilia came down the stairs upon hearing the commotion, tears of joy streaming down their faces at the sight of Percival.

Richard helped him up, sighing, "What's all this? It's good you're awake."

"Your concern should be for Vivienne. She's taken on too much for you."

Percival nodded, looking towards Vivienne with a mix of deep affection and guilt.

But above all, her love for him was undeniable.

Vivienne responded with a smile.

Mr. Wolf was still her Mr. Wolf, unchanged.

Percival looked around and then at Cecilia, "Mom, where's Isolde?"

with worry, "Isolde's upstairs. She said she didn't know

expression tightened as he glanced towards

Vivienne nodded.

and Mr. Wolf

could untie the knot

stood by the door, listening to the noises below, her lips pale from

have been downstairs with her

and didn't know how to face her brother after

footsteps outside

Isolde's heart raced.

This wasn't her parents.

"Isolde!"

knocking or coming

out casually,

her lip, unsure how

"Brother, I don't

slightly, "Is it that you

behind the

"You know how I am. Issues need to be addressed. Avoidance

drained of color. Percival's

the incident where she

the family tiptoed around the subject, especially in front of her, never mentioning

had tried to

mind, haunting her nightly

shadow clinging to

again, hammering on Isolde's most dreaded nerve, "How have I taught you, to act

open the door

but burst into tears, shouting, "It was

was the one who added something to

collapsing, confessed, "I've never denied it, but I truly don't understand what came over me. I know you all might still suspect me, and I'm aware." "Why won't you believe me, why

Cecilia, startled by the commotion, were stopped

"Vivienne?"

"Mom, Dad, Mr.

until she collapsed on the ground,

he approach, extending his

up, guiding her into the room to

pour her a glass of water and place it before her,

across from her, waiting for her to calm

felt uneasy, but her outburst had drained her of energy,

she took a deep breath, "Brother, do