The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 980

At lunch, Yorick and Percival exchanged pleasantries about the relationship between their two families.

Percival listened intently, responding to each point made.

Vivienne and Sasha sat together, chatting and occasionally feeding Winston, who sat between them.

Only Arthur sat alone in the middle, ignored by both sides, struggling to join the conversation.

His face was the picture of dejection.

Catching sight of this, Vivienne couldn’t help but feel a twinge of discomfort. Pretending not to care, she spoke up, “I get along just fine with Mr. Wolf, no need for you to worry.”

Arthur blinked, his look of loss instantly replaced by surprise, “If he ever treats you wrong, just tell me. I’ll make sure he regrets it!”

Percival choked on his drink.

They were married, and still, he couldn’t let go?

Vivienne was at a loss for words.

She meant to reassure him, not to stir up trouble with Mr. Wolf!

Yorick, too, was exasperated by his son’s dramatics, “Enough with the attitude. They’re a couple now; you should back off and just be ready to spoil your grandkids when the time comes. That’s all.”

Arthur, startled, turned to Vivienne in shock, “You’re pregnant?”

Vivienne, “…”

She seriously doubted her intelligence had anything to do with this man.

Sasha gently tugged at Arthur’s hand, whispering, “They’ve only been married for a few days. Why the rush? Vivienne and Percival are getting along fine. Aren’t you worried you won’t get to be a grandfather?”

Vivienne took a deep breath, regretting her expectations.

After all, how could two different people come from the same bed?

After the meal, Percival stayed behind to chat with Yorick, while Vivienne and Sasha took Winston to the backyard.

In the garden, Vivienne seized the opportunity to check Winston’s pulse.

Given that Winston and Colin shared the same mother, there was a chance Winston might suffer from the same genetic malady.

Finding no abnormalities in Winston, Vivienne breathed a sigh of relief. This was the best-case scenario, considering she wasn’t entirely confident she could cure such a condition.

Winston looked up at Vivienne, his little mouth puckered in concern, “Am I sick, sis?”

Vivienne stroked his head, “No, Winston, you’re perfectly healthy. And you’ll stay that way.”

Winston’s smile returned at her reassurance.

Sasha pointed towards a nearby flower bed, “Winston, didn’t you want to pick a flower for your aunt? She loves pink ones.”

Nodding, Winston scampered off towards the flower bed.

Sasha then spoke up, “What’s going on?”

Vivienne shook her head, “It’s hard to say for now, but someone from the Wright family practiced forbidden arts. Winston is his descendant.”

Sasha’s gaze darkened as she looked at the cheerful Winston, “Using lives as stepping stones, utterly heartless.”

Vivienne pursed her lips, “Desire knows no bounds. Selfish people will find any excuse to justify their actions.”

Turning away, Sasha then asked about another matter, “Any progress on Abigail’s case?”

Vivienne sat down, “Soon. Mr. Wolf severely injured her; she won’t last many days.”

Sasha nodded, “Having hid within the Linklater family for so long, she must have had multiple identities. And I can sense she’s specifically targeting you.”

Vivienne raised an eyebrow, “Does dad know about this?”

Sasha shook her head, “Grandpa and I kept it from him. He’s been at the front for years and might not have much attachment to this aunt. But if someone has been impersonating her for years, he won’t let it go easily.”

Vivienne agreed with Sasha’s sentiment.