The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 103

Upon hearing the door open, Iris turned her head while covering the half of her face that had been hit. She forced out a smile that was uglier than a sob. "Vivienne, you're here?"

"Mmm." Vivienne responded coldly.

"I'm really sorry this time." Iris apologized. It was obvious that she felt guilty.

Vivienne didn't respond.

"Finally deigned to visit this old lady, have you?" Beatrice sneered at Vivienne.

"I'm just here to pick up my brother." Vivienne said with an expressionless face as she scanned the room before asking coldly, "Where's Thaddeus?"

"He's locked in the bathroom next door." Iris confessed. Shame was written all over her face; she barely had the courage to meet Vivienne's eyes.

She never imagined that Beatrice would be so ruthless. Not only had she used Iris to lure Thaddeus here, but she, Michael, and Joseph had been threatening Thaddeus non-stop.

When the young boy refused to speak, they locked him in the bathroom, ignoring his cries and Iris' pleas for mercy.

Iris felt deeply ashamed.

Vivienne turned to leave.

"Don't go!" Beatrice slammed her hand on the bedside table, trying to stop Vivienne.

Vivienne ignored her and continued on her way.

Michael blocked the door to the room and quickly locked it. "Your grandma wants to talk to you, you disrespectful brat! You really need a lesson!"

Thinking about how the Hawthorn Group was going bankrupt overnight made Michael furious, so he raised his hand to slap Vivienne.

A murderous intent flashed in Vivienne's eyes, but before she could act, Percival beat her to it. He grabbed Michael's wrist. "Who exactly are you trying to hit?"

Did he dare lay a hand on his fiancée?

Did he think Percival was dead?

"Ah!" With a sudden exertion of force, Michael immediately screamed out in pain. He was unable to utter a plea for mercy and collapsed to the ground, drenched in cold sweat.

Percival tossed him aside, took out a handkerchief, and leisurely wiped his hands, saying with disgust, "Dirty!"

"You... How could you hit someone in public?!" Beatrice was both shocked and angry as she watched Michael collapse on the floor. His right hand was dangling in an odd position. It was clearly fractured.

She couldn't believe Vivienne and Percival would be so audacious.

"You kidnapped my brother. We broke your son's hand." Vivienne looked at Beatrice. "Fair."

"A sick old lady wanting to spend some time with her grandson is not kidnapping!" Beatrice argued back as her chest heaved with anger. It looked like she was about to faint at any moment. "Even if you call the police, they won't label this a kidnapping!"

"Oh?" Vivienne smirked. "If not kidnapping, then how about child abuse?"