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?"

worry, "Isolde's upstairs. She said she

he glanced towards Vivienne, "I'll

Vivienne nodded.

she and Mr. Wolf

could untie the knot that

Isolde stood by the door, listening to the noises

should have been downstairs

the courage and didn't know how to face her brother after what

footsteps outside

Isolde's heart raced.

This wasn't her parents.

"Isolde!"

stood outside, not knocking or

calling out casually,

lip, unsure

her voice trembling, "Brother, I don't want to

"Is it that you don't want to, or

trembled behind

fears, "You know how I am. Issues need to be

color.

the incident

family tiptoed around the subject, especially in

to

was etched in her mind, haunting her nightly with that voice praising her,

a shadow clinging to

dreaded nerve, "How have I taught you, to act without

open the

help but burst into

who added

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 stopped by Vivienne from

"Vivienne?"

glanced upstairs, "Mom, Dad, Mr. Wolf knows what he's

vented until she collapsed on the ground, gasping for

extending

into the room to sit on

her a glass of water and place it before her, "Drink

from

felt uneasy, but her outburst had drained her of energy, leaving her without the emotional

water, she took a deep breath, "Brother, do you really not