The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 1068

Isolde hesitated before finally speaking up, her voice barely above a whisper, “I’m scared of seeing Vivienne.”

“Why?”

Percival frowned, deeply familiar with Vivienne’s nature. He knew she would never blame Isolde for what had happened.

Isolde met his gaze, the burden she'd been carrying quietly surfacing, “Bro, about being manipulated... I always felt that I indirectly hurt Vivienne too.”

“If it weren’t for me, Vivienne wouldn’t have nearly lost her mind trying to take down that man, ending up in the hospital…”

Percival paused, his brow creasing, “What do you mean Vivienne nearly lost her mind?”

Thinking Percival doubted her, Isolde insisted, “It’s true. That man… he nearly killed you right in front of Vivienne. Her eyes… they changed color. She said she’d become a demon if it meant avenging you.”

“Become a demon?”

Deep shadows flickered in Percival’s eyes.

He had never imagined things could have escalated to this point.

Isolde nodded, “Leopold tried to stop Vivienne, but she wouldn’t listen…”

Percival’s lips pressed into a thin line, a cold glint in his eyes, “It was because of this that Vivienne went into premature labor.”

Isolde felt intimidated by Percival’s current state but still silently nodded.

That was when she had been rushed to the hospital, and later, Leopold had told her that Vivienne had given birth a month early.

It must have been because of this.

Percival remained silent, his gaze turning icy, a dangerous aura briefly passing through before he regained his composure.

He stood up, looking at Isolde, “I understand. Don’t bring this up in front of her again. She’s never held you accountable. She’s your sister-in-law and cares for you deeply.”

Isolde bit her lip, realizing perhaps she had been overthinking things.

But the guilt was real and palpable.

Percival then mentioned, “Juliette and Isaiah are still downstairs. Aren’t you going to see them?”

Isolde, caught off guard by the mention of Juliette and Isaiah, hesitated but couldn’t curb her curiosity about the children.

After a moment’s pause, she stepped out of the room.

Downstairs.

Nathan and Cecilia breathed a sigh of relief seeing Isolde follow Percival, relieved she had come down.

Isolde greeted everyone in the family before finally approaching Vivienne and softly called out, “Vivienne.”

Vivienne nodded, already briefed by Mr. Wolf, and reassured, “It’s good that you understand. Don’t be too hard on yourself.”

Isolde obediently nodded.

Percival was right; Vivienne wasn’t upset with her.

“Babbling!”

The innocent sound of a baby drew Isolde’s attention to two cribs behind Vivienne, her eyes lighting up, “Ah, so these are Juliette and Isaiah, such adorable babies.”

Cecilia teased her, smiling, “Juliette and Isaiah will have to call you Auntie Isolde in the future.”

Isolde, still with a child’s heart, beamed at the thought of her new status, “Mom, get my savings. I want to give Juliette and Isaiah a big red envelope.”