The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 858

Cecilia nearly fainted upon hearing such words, but Vivienne quickly slipped a calming pill into her mouth, helping her to stabilize her emotions. Vivienne watched Mara with an expressionless face, radiating a fierce aura. Percival's eyes, sharp as an eagle's, coldly glanced at Mara. Mara's hands, which were clinging to Nathan's leg, trembled before finally letting go, weakly.

She bit her lower lip, "Regardless, my uncle did take liberties with me, that's an undeniable fact. Even if you kill me, it won't change anything! He's the one who wronged me!" Clutching the fabric of her dress tightly, she was filled with a mix of grievance and anger. Yet, deep inside, she harbored a dark thought: If Cecilia had any pride, she would divorce Nathan immediately. Then, perhaps, she could become Nathan's wife and the Ellington estate would be hers! She would no longer need to live under someone else's roof and could enjoy a life of dignity in the Ellington family.

Vivienne's gaze, seemingly detached, drifted over Mara's flower-like face. Mara felt it and mistook Vivienne's intention, but then she heard Vivienne ask Nathan, "Dad, do you know where Mara's room is?"

Nathan, who had been somewhat dazed, now appeared somewhat calmer. "I don't know where her room is. I've never been there. Besides, I'm usually so busy at the office, I wouldn't know these things. Cecilia handles all that, and I've never had to ask." Cecilia, still angry, refused to look at Nathan, but upon seeing Vivienne, she nodded affirmatively.

She was reluctant to believe Nathan could be that kind of person. After all, Eliza Boyd had tried every trick in the book to win Nathan over without success. To think Nathan would prefer Mara over her was something Cecilia was unwilling to believe. The Ellingtons had seen many an innocent flower like Mara; it was improbable that Nathan would be interested in just her. If Nathan had such inclinations, he wouldn't have stayed well-behaved in his earlier years. But being accused of sleeping with someone was a different matter altogether. If Nathan really had slept with Mara, Cecilia wouldn't be able to get over it. She couldn't tolerate the slightest bit of dishonesty.

Mara clung to her point of contention, thinking that a mere question could prove Nathan's innocence. Impossible. She cleared her throat with a sense of triumph, "Just because my uncle doesn't know where my room is, doesn't prove anything. He was found in my room, in broad daylight, for all to see! He was lying next to me, shirtless, and you all saw the bloodstains on the bed! There's no excusing that." Mara was determined not to let go of this point.

Vivienne stepped elegantly towards Mara, confronting her face to face. Still kneeling, Mara's disheveled hair added a touch of pity to her look. She looked up defiantly at Vivienne, whose long eyelashes slightly drooped, her gaze sharp and cold. Vivienne's slender leg extended, stepping directly on Mara's back. The sound of cracking bones echoed clearly in the room. Mara's spine broke instantly!

The pain was so intense that Mara's chin was pressed against the floor, her fingernails digging into the ground, looking utterly defeated as she coughed up blood. Vivienne frowned, clearly disgusted, "So fragile, and yet so talkative? I was speaking to my father, what's your hurry?" "Are you rushing to have me uncover the truth and send you to your next life?"