The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 227

She acknowledged Vivienne's beauty and youth, but even the most radiant flower had its day of wilting. Only her talent and her astonishing research accomplishments would never fade.

Didn't Vivienne also hold a Ph.D. in medicine?

She didn’t care! She would crush that girl in her own field!

"Mom, are you going back to the Hawthorn Mansion today?" Calista, having regained her confidence, met Mila's gaze frankly.

"Of course not. I'm flying straight to the next city for my concert." Mila huffed lightly. "I have been quite kind to the Brooks family over the years. Today, they disgraced me. When they realize their mistake, they will undoubtedly feel guilty.

"If I return to face them, it would only be awkward and counterproductive. Let their guilt ferment for a while. I will make sure that their guilt deepens for their actions today.”

She began to calculate and scheme for the future. Anyone could see the ill intent in her eyes. "Next time we meet, they will back down because of this guilt. As for my things at the Hawthorn mansion, I will have someone take care of it."

She raised an eyebrow at Calista. "What about you?"

"I will continue to treat Tristan, but I will inform the Brooks family to transfer him to Pendleton Hospital in Rivenwood." Calista smiled softly. "After all, Rivenwood is my home turf."

Percival valued the project she was working on and often sent people to inquire about it.

As long as she called her research institute and told Percival that the project had made a significant breakthrough, she didn't believe Percival wouldn't come to see her.

The mother-daughter duo exchanged smiles, their calculations unspoken.

...

On the way back to Jade Garden Residences.

Astrid felt guilty for what Vivienne went through today. She never expected that her idol and her daughter would be so unreasonable.

She had happily taken her family to a concert, but it resulted in Vivienne being wronged for no reason. Even though she wasn't in the same car as Vivienne, she kept sending voice messages to Vivienne on WhatsApp to apologize.

"Vivienne, I'm really sorry. I will never like Mila again, and I will definitely not go to her concerts."

"Don't blame yourself." Vivienne replied indifferently on WhatsApp, comforting Astrid.

Percival was to blame for attracting women for no reason.

She glanced lightly at the man sitting next to her. He was leaning back with his eyes closed, and his handsome face was lit up by the light from the car window.

Despite his cool and dignified demeanor, it was clear that his long leg was rubbing against Vivienne.

However, she didn’t know if it was intentional or unintentional.

Vivienne sneered in her heart and stomped on Percival's foot without changing her expression.

Percival opened his eyes in pain. He raised an eyebrow at Vivienne, silently asking what was wrong.

"Sorry, my foot slipped." Vivienne replied indifferently.

Although her face was expressionless, Percival was alert enough to sense that his fiancée was angry with him.

But why was Vivienne suddenly angry?

He couldn't figure out the reason.

What should a man do when his fiancée was angry but he didn't know why?

He was perplexed.

Just then, Dorian's phone rang. He answered it and found out it was a call from Tranquil Estates property management. "Mr. Hawthorn, your house has been burglarized!"