The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 975

Vivienne stepped out of the backyard, the voice of someone's frustration still echoing behind her.

“That little rascal, does she want to be the death of me? My treasures, meant to be passed down through generations, and she lets those rascals eye them…”

In the living room, Jasper and Percival had just finished a game of chess.

Looking at the narrowly won game on the board, Jasper nodded with a smile, “Not bad at all. You play much better than your grandfather ever did. He always tried to bend the rules, as if he could conjure up every trick in the book.”

Percival withdrew his hand, smiling in response, “Grandpa, your skills are unmatched. Not just Granddad, I’m nowhere close either.”

Jasper beamed even wider, “You flatter me, boy. If your granddad heard this, he’d accuse you of forgetting your roots.”

Vivienne approached just as Jasper stood up, her face beaming with mischief, making him curious about her good fortune.

Before he could ask, Finnian’s roar tore through the quiet of the backyard.

“Ah, my decades-old treasures!”

“That little menace, don’t you dare run!”

Vivienne raised an eyebrow, pulling Percival towards the exit, “Grandpa, we’ll be heading out.”

Percival simply chuckled, without asking further.

Jasper, understanding the situation, waved them off and headed towards the commotion in the backyard, intercepting an irate Finnian.

He sighed, “Look at yourself, making such a fuss at your age. You’ll become the laughing stock among the kids…”

Finnian, red-faced with anger, pointed at Jasper, “Wouldn’t you be upset if your decades-old collections were stolen?”

Jasper retorted with undisguised pride, “Depends on who takes them. If Vivienne wants them, not just one, I’d gladly give her a whole warehouse!”

Finnian took a deep breath, “Generous, you are. But it’s my treasures she took…”

Jasper scoffed, “Considering our ties, you her mentor and her growing up by your side, not to mention you’ve never married, all your possessions would end up hers anyway. What’s the rush?”

Finnian was speechless.

Elsewhere.

On the way back to the Ellington estate, Vivienne fiddled with a dark agarwood bracelet she had snatched from Finnian, pondering over his words.

She glanced out the window absentmindedly.

Percival, steering with one hand, reached over and gently tapped her, “Still no leads?”

Vivienne’s eyes flickered, “The true identity of Abigail remains unclear, but their ultimate goal isn’t too hard to guess.”

Percival blurted out, “The secret to eternal life?”

Vivienne smiled slyly, “Is Mr. Wolf also interested?”

Percival was straightforward, “Not at all.”

Curious, Vivienne leaned in to ask why.

Percival looked at her with a smile, “A few decades are enough to experience the vicissitudes of life. If we were to extend beyond a certain limit, or without any limit, it wouldn’t be happiness that awaits us, but endless sorrow.”

Vivienne pursed her lips, looking forward, “You and I think alike, Mr. Wolf. What’s the use in chasing after immortality? A person without purpose, even with eternal life, couldn’t create any value.”

The Ellington Estate.

By the time they arrived home, it was dinner time, six o’clock.

Richard Ellington had been waiting in the hall. The sight of their car lights made him almost burst with joy.

Entering the house, they were greeted by Richard, “Grandpa.”

Vivienne saw Cecilia and Nathan Ellington emerging from inside, greeting them in turn, “Grandpa, Dad, Mom.”