The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 1143

Percival's eyebrows arched in surprise.

Indeed! Floyd knew a lot, those symbols turned out to be his family's script.

"Wow, they belong to your family? Why would your family create such complicated scripts? It seems pretty hard to write, doesn't it tire you out?"

"We don't use them anymore, actually. They were used by our ancestors long ago. They thought of these as family secrets, so they developed a script only our family could decipher." "How come you know about it if it's that ancient?"

"Every child in our family learns it from a young age, along with English. Plus, my dad still has some of these books at home, so I picked it up over time."

Floyd looked towards Vivienne in the driver's seat, "But my dad always said this was unique to our family. Why do you have something with our family's script on it?"

His eyes were filled with a thirst for knowledge, driven by his father's stern warnings that these secrets must never be shared with anyone, under any circumstances!

Vivienne didn't turn back, "We found these and are still trying to decode them. They might be related to a case."

"So, you're detectives?"

Percival and Vivienne remained silent.

Taking their silence as confirmation, Floyd turned to Juliette, impressed, "No wonder you wouldn't tell me what was going on at lunch. It's because you're detectives, that's so cool!" Juliette chuckled awkwardly.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone!" Floyd promised, covering his mouth.

Vivienne glanced at him, saying nothing.

they arrived at the house, and Vivienne

worn the day before were gone, but Vivienne pulled out an identical pair from

the familiar slippers, Floyd gave

before, except the items from the floor were now on the desk. "Let's sort through everything you can understand. I'll help you with

writing down the meanings of the symbols Vivienne had drawn, according to his memory. For the symbols he couldn't write, he used phonetic spelling. Vivienne

next half hour, the whole family watched

down his pen, scratching his head sheepishly, "That's all I can remember for now. Can I tell you the rest after I get the dictionary from home?" Vivienne took the report and scrutinized the densely packed writing. Floyd

had written neatly, making the complex symbols easy to understand, and even noted several meanings for some of

dinner and called everyone down. Floyd was well-behaved,

to go home, Vivienne,

be with Vivienne, at

with excitement

rearview mirror at a red light,

your family members going to be upset with you for

a few seconds of silence before Floyd looked down again, his bangs obscuring his

you saw yesterday,

using it, but my mom disagrees, leading to endless

others by insisting on using the script. If telling you about it can somehow prevent a tragedy, then maybe it's the

sorrow, didn't

gaze, her

for Floyd and straightened his clothes, "You're home

something crashing came from

as if

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