The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 295

"Oh?" Vivienne raised an eyebrow at that comment. "Was it so obvious that even a fool could see it?"

"Yes!" Carl shot back angrily.

Vivienne's lips curled into a teasing smile. "And who might this fool be?"

"The fool is you!"

"Oh, right. The fool is you." Vivienne's smile widened.

"Fine, I'm the fool then, so what..." Carl suddenly realized he had been tricked again. He pointed at her, fuming, "You set me up again!"

Somehow, he kept falling into Vivienne's traps. He didn't know where she got her cunning from, but she always made him look foolish.

"I don't have time for such games." She glanced at the kitten following Carl, then leisurely shifted her gaze elsewhere. "Instead of arguing with me, you should take better care of your cat."

With that, she turned and walked towards her room.

Carl watched her retreating figure while clenching his fist in frustration. "I don't need you to tell me that! I'll take care of my cat just fine, and I'll make sure it's well-fed and plump!"

With that, he dropped his head in dismay.

Taking care of a cat wasn't cheap, especially the high-quality cat food he wanted to feed it. Where was he supposed to get the money?

His entire family knew about the fortune he had spent on the gemstone. His mother, Cheryl, had already given him a good scolding and certainly wouldn't give him another penny.

As Carl worried about this, Vivienne returned to her room and began ordering a pile of stuff on her phone.

...

The next day.

Carl didn't wake up until the sun was high in the sky. The first thing he thought of was his kitten.

He rushed to the room where he kept the cat, and as he opened the door, he saw several bags of cat food next to the makeshift bed he had made for the kitten.

"What is this?"

Carl picked up a bag of cat food and a can. Both were from high-rated, expensive brands.

Who would be so kind as to buy food for his cat?

He glanced around, then saw a figure disappearing around the corner.

Carl quickly followed and saw Vivienne casually turning the corner.

Was he seeing things?!

It was Vivienne.

Carl slapped himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming, but he still couldn't believe it was real.

No way!

Vivienne wouldn't help him.

Just yesterday, they had been at each other's throats.

Why would she help him?

She must be sick.

Carl shook his head and returned to the cat's room, trying to put the thought out of his mind.

For a while after that, Vivienne lived peacefully among the Brooks clan.

Besides visiting Richard at the hospital every day, she spent her time researching a cure in the Brooks family's labs.

The person who had tried to kill Percival had poisoned himself, and she hadn't found the herb needed for the antidote yet.

Though she could stabilize his condition, she couldn't guarantee there wouldn't be complications.