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?"

glanced at her husband, then back with worry, "Isolde's upstairs.

expression tightened as he glanced towards Vivienne,

Vivienne nodded.

and

untie the knot

to the noises below, her lips

been downstairs

courage and didn't know how to face her brother

outside

Isolde's heart raced.

This wasn't her parents.

"Isolde!"

outside, not knocking or coming too

out casually, yet earnestly, "Let's

lip,

tightened, her voice trembling, "Brother, I don't

you don't want

behind the

"You know how I am. Issues need to be addressed. Avoidance only makes things worse." "Did you

drained of color. Percival's words

the incident where she had poisoned

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

had tried to forget,

in her mind, haunting her nightly with that voice praising

a shadow clinging to her,

through again, hammering on Isolde's most dreaded nerve,

she flung open the door separating

couldn't help but burst into tears, shouting, "It 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

and Cecilia, startled by the commotion, were

"Vivienne?"

Mr. Wolf

silently as Isolde vented until she

approach, extending his

into the room to sit on

saw Percival turn to pour her a glass of water and place it before her,

from her, waiting for her to calm

her outburst had drained

deep breath, "Brother, do you really not