The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 761

Harrison's voice was as smooth and warm as ever, familiar yet distant.

Kaitlyn froze, and as she descended the steps of the courthouse, led by Vivienne's firm grip, she couldn't help but glance up.

Just then, Harrison approached them.

Their eyes met, both pairs filled with a mix of recognition and estrangement. A moment of shock passed between them—how could it be her? How could it be him?

The late summer breeze was cool.

The night air, tinged with a hint of moisture, seeped into Kaitlyn's body, sending shivers down to her bones, yet fanning the flames of her burning hatred even more fiercely.

Her eyes, swollen from crying, were invaded by streaks of crimson rage. Her slender hand, veins protruding, clenched into a fist. She drew in a deep breath of the cool air and managed to force out one name, "Harrison!"

The hatred in her voice was hoarse, eerily reminiscent of a vengeful spirit's howl from the depths of hell.

Harrison's expression was cool, his presence slightly imposing.

The face that hadn't changed over the years swept over Kaitlyn.

The former belle of Rivenwood, once courted by countless heirs, now looked no different from any ordinary woman you'd pass on the street.

His brow furrowed, his eyes devoid of guilt, he looked past Kaitlyn as if she were a stranger.

He walked calmly to Sophie and said in a low voice, "Let's head back."

Sophie, feigning ignorance, glanced at Kaitlyn. "Do you know my brother-in-law?"

Kaitlyn scoffed, knowing was an understatement.

If possible, she would tear Harrison limb from limb to quench the hatred in her heart.

Vivienne and Percival had escorted the elders to their car and turned back upon realizing Kaitlyn hadn't followed.

Under the spotlight, Harrison stood out in his crisp blue shirt, his demeanor cool and detached.

Rafferty, still in the police station, overheard the familiar name. He pursed his lips and stepped out to see what was happening.

Sure enough, he spotted Harrison and heard Sophie's insincere query. His gaze swept over them coldly.

"Harrison!"

Vivienne had never met Harrison, but she had seen his file. Seeing that face, identical to the one in the photos, and noting the unmistakable loathing on Kaitlyn's face, she understood what had transpired. "Ms. Abernathy, you're saying you don't know what your own brother-in-law has done? Seems like you're not that well-regarded at home either."

Her eyes narrowed as they fixed coldly on Sophie, whose own eyes were well hidden in the night's shadows.

Sophie pouted, appearing wronged. "That was a marriage arranged by my father for my sister. I'm not her, how would I know what my brother-in-law did before? Unlike Ms. Hawthorn, I heard Mr. Ellington was engaged to your sister before, but now he's suddenly your fiancé?"

Percival's gaze softened as he looked at his wife. "Vivienne, you were right. Too much gossip does affect one's intelligence. I've always been your fiancé, but for some reason, some fools keep linking me with other women. Can I sue them for defamation?"

Vivienne smiled, not even needing to look to know Sophie's expression had soured. "You probably could."

"Harrison, look at them!" Sophie's jealousy bubbled up as she tugged at Harrison's sleeve, not daring to confront Vivienne or Percival directly.

Her gaze fell on Kaitlyn. "I just helped Kaitlyn, and to think, her friend Ms. Hawthorn would treat me like this."