The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 1137

Vivienne paused for a moment before asking, "Do you guys know where the Floyds live?"

"At Cherish Villa," Juliette said.

Cherish Villa was one of the upscale neighborhoods around, a recent development on a piece of land that was a bit pricier, but offered good security.

The family of four slowly made their way through the neighborhood, searching for the address.

The villa was quiet, eerily so. Floyd sat at the dining table, his head bowed, hands fidgeting nervously.

As if on cue, the next second was filled with the sound of an argument breaking out at the table.

“Bang!”

The man at the head of the table slammed his hand down, causing the wine glass to tremble fiercely. Floyd's orange juice also spilled because of the sudden movement.

“Are you blaming me? What do you think I’m out there traveling for work for, huh? I’m providing for the kids, what right do you have to criticize me?”

Floyd bit his lip, not daring to make a sound.

The woman beside him was not to be outdone, “What do you mean you’re providing? Have you even once picked them up from school? Coming home only to give us that attitude, is he your child or your servant? Carlos Walker, what are you thinking?”

The argument between the two escalated, with no regard for the child listening in.

Gradually, Floyd’s grip relaxed as his parents' quarrel seemed to stabilize his own emotions.

The nanny, standing aside, was visibly anxious. She had neither the privilege to intervene nor the ability to whisk the child away from the scene.

Vivienne could hear the muffled sound of their quarrel from outside the door, exchanging a knowing glance with Percival.

The kids standing beside Percival asked, “Mommy, are they fighting?”

Vivienne shook her head, “Not sure.”

The moment Percival rang the doorbell seemed to breathe life into the nanny, giving her a moment to catch her breath.

The ring did nothing to pause the argument inside, which seemed to go on unabated.

The nanny quickly came to the front gate, pausing briefly upon seeing who it was, “May I ask who you’re looking for?”

Vivienne nudged Juliette forward, pushing the kids into the spotlight.

Juliette offered a bright smile, “Hi, we’re here to see Floyd. We’re his classmates.”

The nanny, realizing the nature of their visit, smiled, “Alright, just a moment while I call the young master.”

Choosing to call Floyd out rather than inviting them in hinted at the ongoing strife inside.

When the nanny opened the door, a sharp sound of something breaking could be heard, followed by a loud, “What more do you want?!”

A figure appeared; seeing it was Juliette and her brother, his face froze for a moment.

“What are you doing here?”

Floyd’s tone wasn’t welcoming, but Juliette, undeterred and frowning, snapped back, “What’s with that attitude? It’s not like I owe you money!”

“Ah!”

“Please, young master, mind your manners.”