The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 373

Scott furrowed his brows, a shadow of concern darkening his expression.

It was clear to him that Percival and Vivienne were determined to bring matters to a head today.

His gaze narrowed, voice dropping to a husky whisper, "Vivienne, Percival, it seems Grandma might've been rattled today, and Vivienne has had her fair share of grievances. Let's not dwell on the past. From now on, she'll take some time for herself, perhaps a sabbatical. I'll see to it that no one in this household gives her any more trouble."

Kala snorted dismissively.

Who had been bullying Vivienne, anyway?

It was just him and that illegitimate daughter of his!

She and the other youngsters always got along fine with Vivienne.

Vivienne lifted her gaze, those cool and detached eyes briefly meeting Scott's before she spoke evenly, "Your assurances mean nothing to me, Scott. If Judith wants to settle scores, let's clear the slate completely, so no one can say I took advantage of the Brooks family's generosity!"

Scott's eyes tightened, a dangerous edge creeping into his demeanor. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

Vivienne smiled, a touch of defiance in her tone. "Absolutely."

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, Scott felt an unsettling leap in his heart at her piercing gaze. He was about to respond when Vivienne turned away, her voice calm. "Mr. Wolf, I'm famished!"

"Alright," Percival said softly, "Let's get this over with and grab something to eat."

Calista bristled at their disregard for everyone else in the room, her anger boiling over. Yet, she could not shake this gnawing feeling that if she spoke now, she might just implicate herself, especially since Percival had mentioned that folks from Vanguard Agency were still outside. Despite her confidence in her innocence, who knew what kind of trap Vivienne could set for her?

She had to tread carefully. The last thing she wanted was another visit to the Vanguard Agency.

"Judith." Percival's voice suddenly turned icy as he fixed his gaze on her, sharp as an arrow, his tone as biting as frost. "Let's settle the accounts for my grandmother's death, as well as the three friends and six nannies who took care of her!"

The room fell into stunned silence, so quiet one could hear the whisper of the wind.

Judith's face drained of color, her hands trembling on her cane. Panic surged through her.

Even Scott was taken aback. Despite his experience in high-stakes situations, this revelation left him reeling.

Could it be that his mother was behind Dahlia's murder?

Impossible.

He remembered the case from years ago. It had made national headlines, and the perpetrator was never found. His mother had an alibi; she was at her father's house when the police investigated, and surveillance footage confirmed she had not left the premises.