The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 1159

Anna was at a loss for words to counter Arnold. After all, Soren had just gone off on a tangent, spewing a barrage of words without giving her a chance to speak.

"You're out of the game now. Don't let me catch you bothering Anna again!" Arnold towered over Soren, his eyes barely concealing the anger simmering beneath.

Anna observed Soren in silence for a long while, ultimately choosing to say nothing.

"Let's go, Bobby. My folks are waiting, and we shouldn't dirty our hands," Arnold said coldly, prompting Bobby to release Soren.

The trio then left the lab together.

Vivienne and Percival exchanged glances before finally stepping forward, noting Soren's unresolved frustration. Vivienne sometimes doubted the purpose of speech for some people.

Hearing their approach, Soren turned and nodded slightly in greeting.

"Why didn't you clear things up just now?" Percival asked the crucial question, eager to hear Soren's excuses.

Soren was taken aback that they had witnessed the entire ordeal. He avoided eye contact, feigning ignorance, "What are you talking about?"

"You're still playing tough? Aren't you afraid of completely disappointing Anna?" Vivienne dropped her usual playful demeanor, glaring at Soren, "Are you waiting for Anna to spell things out for you? What kind of man does that?"

Vivienne, now thoroughly irritated with Soren, didn't hold back in her criticism.

Percival joined in, "What's with the hesitation? You lose your mind at the first sign of trouble. Watch those videos again when you get home!"

Percival then turned to soothe Vivienne, "Don't be mad, honey. It's not worth it."

As they prepared to leave, Vivienne suddenly remembered Bobby, recalling his name from somewhere. Her investigation into Arnold had revealed a talented young man well-acquainted with Anna from childhood. This "guy" was no ordinary person.

After today's events, it seemed Arnold had also given up on Soren, pushing the hoped-for reconciliation further away.

"Are we still trying to play matchmaker?" Percival asked as they waited at a traffic light.

Without hesitation, Vivienne shook her head, "Let them figure it out."

Nodding, Percival drove them home.

Back home, Anna was visibly distressed, failing to respond to Graham and Brooke's attempts at conversation, which worried the elderly couple.

"Anna, Anna?" Brooke shook her gently.

Startled, Anna met Brooke's concerned gaze, "What's wrong?"

"Are you feeling alright? Maybe you should rest upstairs," Brooke suggested, worried about the flu going around, "Do you have a headache? I can have the kitchen make you some soup."

Anna initially wanted to refuse but, seeing Brooke's concern, she relented.

Arnold, witnessing Anna's unease, couldn't help but tease, "Can't handle this much? Don't forget, my parents haven't even stepped in. If they knew about this, they'd probably have figured out where to bury that boy."

Arnold wasn't joking. Both elders had adored Anna since childhood, initially hoping to pair her with Arnold until they learned of his preferences, leaving them disappointed.

They had always wished for Anna's happiness, treating her almost like a daughter. Knowing this situation wouldn't easily blow over.

Shaking her head, Anna doubted whether Soren would take the necessary steps forward. Both were stubborn to a fault.

Bobby, noticing Anna's low spirits, nudged Arnold to drop the subject.