The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 405

The Order of Nine Mystics Society announced that the owner of the red sports car was located in less than ten minutes.

However, the person was already dead.

Due to driving under the influence of alcohol, he was dead on arrival!

By the time the coroner and the police arrived at the scene, Percival's car was nothing but a charred shell, and that red sports car was not in much better shape.

The vehicle had exploded due to the accident, and the owner, having lost consciousness from the drunk driving, met his end in the flames, burned alive.

The identity of the owner of the red sports car was also investigated.

A laid-off factory worker, just fired yesterday, drowned his sorrows in alcohol at noon today, only to end up in a fatal crash.

No money had been received by family or friends.

It all seemed like a tragic accident.

Vivienne listened to Draven's report, a cold glint in her eyes.

The less trace there was, the more suspicious it seemed.

"Keep digging. I want to know everything about everyone he could have possibly come into contact with, from his ancestors to his descendants. Leave no stone unturned," Vivienne commanded with an icy tone.

"Yes," Draven responded, with no further comment. He knew that this time, his boss was truly furious.

At the hospital, the entire Ellington family had gathered. Fiona was the last to arrive, her expression nonchalant as if the person in the operating room had nothing to do with her.

Ryan, however, was a mess of tears, wailing as if Percival were his son.

"Why is life so hard on him? He’s already been through so much, and now, if he’s brain-injured, what then? Dad, it looks like we’ll need Paul to step up for the family in the future."

Ryan sat in the hallway, sobbing, but the actual tears shed were fewer than that from a yawn.

Previously, when Paul was arrested, he had a rough time under Vivienne's orders, getting “invited for coffee” punctually every day.

Unable to endure it, he begged to see Ryan and his wife, pleading for their help to get him out.

Ryan tried many ways but could not convince Richard to bail Paul out.

It was only when Ryan offered to renounce his son’s inheritance rights that Richard relented, asking Vivienne for a favor, allowing Paul to be free.

But renouncing his claim was one thing; genuinely giving it up was another.

The heir to the Ellington family had to come from his branch.

Now, with Percival's fate uncertain, opportunity knocked.

Everyone present was savvy enough to see through Ryan's clumsy ploy, but they held their tongues out of respect for Richard’s presence.

Enraged, Richard's face turned a shade of steel blue. He grabbed his cane and swung it at Ryan. "You disgrace, crying for what? My grandson isn't dead yet! What nonsense are you spouting? I tell you, even if something does happen to Percival, his wife will inherit the Ellington family, and it will have nothing to do with you!"

After Richard said this, Ryan could no longer keep up the act and erupted. "Dad, Vivienne is an outsider. How can you let her inherit the Ellington family? Have you lost your senses?"

"Me, lost my senses? I ought to beat some sense into you, you ungrateful child!"

Already irritated by Percival's predicament, Richard could not contain his anger at Ryan's scheming for the family inheritance.

Raising his cane, he struck.

Seeing this, Fiona rushed to pull Richard away, "Grandpa, please, don’t be upset. Percival is still in surgery. He'll be alright."

Richard calmed down a bit, sitting back down and looking at Vivienne. "My dear, did this scare you?"

Vivienne shook her head, "No."

Scared?

Sure, her heart had skipped a beat when she heard about Percival's accident. She feared losing him.