The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

Vivienne lifted her head, a hint of coldness in her eyes.

She stared at Arabella for a moment, then suddenly smirked, "So what if I stole your thunder?"

Bertha and Doreen were taken aback. Since when did Vivienne become so blunt?

It was clearly her who saved Faye. Wasn't she falling right into Arabella's trap by admitting this?

Arabella was equally surprised by Vivienne's response.

She knew very well that it was her treatment that almost killed Faye.

She didn't know how Vivienne had such superior medical skills, but if it wasn't for Vivienne, the Baker

family would never have let her off the hook.

But luckily, Vivienne happened to save Faye after her. So she couldn't blame her for turning the tables.

After all, Vivienne was just a country bumpkin. Who would believe her?

With this thought, Arabella asked angrily, "Why would you do this? What good does it do you to harm

me? Remember, you're also a daughter of the Hawthorn family. Whatever happens to either of us, it's

not good for you, nor for the Hawthorn family."

Vivienne put her hands in her pockets and looked down at her, "Since when did I give a hoot about the

Hawthorn family?"

She had an aura of power that made Arabella seem small in comparison.

Especially when she looked into Vivienne's eyes, Arabella always felt like Vivienne could see right

through her.

She instinctively stepped back, then retorted, "Yes, you cut off ties with the Hawthorn family, but you

still carry their blood. Your father is the legitimate son of your grandmother. That's an undeniable fact.

Your wellbeing is tied to that of the Hawthorn family."

"Also, since you returned, I haven't done anything wrong to you. Last time you made Mr. Ellington

believe that I stole your credit. Now you're blatantly taking mine. That's a bit too much, don't you think?"

"Hmph," Vivienne flicked a stray hair off her cheek, a wicked grin on her face, "So what?"

"You!" Arabella was furious, "I just wanted an apology from you and an explanation to Ms. Doreen and

the others. But if you're going to act like this, don't blame me for not being nice."

Vivienne chuckled, "What are you gonna do?"

Seeing her nonchalant attitude, Arabella turned to Doreen, "Mrs. Doreen, aren't you going to explain

this to me?"

Doreen was already fuming, "I'm already being nice not to confront you, and you still want an

explanation? Is this how the 'talented lady' of Havenwood behaves?"

Arabella, not bothered by the insult, smirked, "I see how you feel. If anything happens in the future,

don't blame me for not considering our families' relationship."

With that, Arabella turned around and left.

After she left, Doreen turned to Vivienne, "Ms. Hawthorn, why did you admit to stealing Arabella's

credit? You were the one who saved Faye. Aren't you just causing trouble for yourself by saying this?"

Vivienne smiled faintly, "What's life without a little trouble?"

Doreen was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

Without answering, Vivienne said, "I'll attend to Ms. Faye's acupuncture first."

She had been away from the mountains for a while. Did everyone think she had become fragile? How

amusing! After the acupuncture session, Vivienne and Percival left. The moment they left the Baker

family, Cordelia called, "Vivienne, don't come home tonight. Find somewhere else to stay." There was a

hint of urgency in Cordelia's voice. Vivienne frowned, "What happened?" "Arabella posted online that

you and the Baker family ganged up on her. She claimed that she was the one who cured the patient NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

but you took the credit. Because she's an adopted daughter of the Baker family and has no value to

them, they abandoned her. Her post went viral in minutes. Some people are throwing paint at our

house. I'm worried you might run into them, so just lay low for a while. Your father and I will handle

this." Vivienne's eyes hardened, "I'll be right there."

After hanging up, Vivienne asked Percival to take her back to Tranquil Estates. There were hundreds of

people gathered at the community gate. The dozen or so security guards couldn't stop them. Some

even rushed in. When Percival's car approached, someone recognized it, "That's Percival's car! Stop

them!" A crowd quickly surrounded the car.

Percival looked coldly at the crowd and said to Vivienne, "Stay in the car. I'll handle this."

Vivienne smiled, "Mr. Ellington, I may be young, but I can take care of myself." Before Percival could

respond, Vivienne had already opened the car door and stepped out. Fearful that the crowd might harm

Vivienne, Percival quickly followed and shielded her behind him.

"Vivienne, you bitch! You seduced Arabella's fiancé, ruining their marriage, and now you're stealing her

credit. Do you really think no one will stand up for Arabella?"

"Arabella is being bullied by you guys and you're here playing lovebirds. Disgusting!"

"Get out of Havenwood, we don't want you here!" As the person finished, a water bottle was thrown at

Vivienne.

Vivienne was just about to make her move when Percival beat her to it, kicking the mineral water bottle

flying. He glared at the bottle tosser who shouted, "Guys, get 'em! Beat up this shameless couple!"

Percival shielded Vivienne behind him and rushed into the crowd swiftly. These were all ordinary folks

and Percival had them floored in a few moves.

Watching Percival's back, Vivienne felt a warmth in her heart. She was used to solving all her problems

by herself, but since coming to Havenwood, it seemed like she always had someone looking out for

her.

Percival shot them a cold glance, then made a phone call. "Send someone over to Tranquil Estates."

After hanging up, Percival took Vivienne by the hand and they walked into the neighborhood. The

people outside would be handled by others. They had to check on Dorian and Cordelia first. Vivienne's

house was trashed, paint splattered all over the door and the words "Die Vivienne!" scrawled on the

wall.

Vivienne looked at the scene before her, radiating an icy aura.

Percival held her hand tightly. "Don't worry! I'm here with you."

Vivienne looked up into his eyes. After a pause, she gave a small smile. "Okay."

Truth be told, she hadn't feared anything since her mother passed away.

But unexpectedly, she found herself wanting to lean on Percival.

The code lock was damaged by the paint, so Vivienne took out her key to unlock the door.

Inside, Cordelia was anxiously staring at her phone. Dorian hadn't returned yet.

She was afraid these people would barge in and was quite freaked out.

Seeing Vivienne walk in, she rushed over reproachfully. "Why are you back? Didn't I tell you not to

come back yet? Get out of here, find a safe place to hide. Those people outside have gone mad. What

if you get hurt?"

Vivienne looked at her worried face and felt a pang in her heart. "Don't worry, I'll handle this."

Cordelia wanted to say more, but Vivienne took out her phone and dialed a number.

The call connected quickly. Vivienne simply said coldly, "Get everyone moving. Put the full pressure on

the Hawthorn family. I want to see them bankrupt within the hour!"

She paused, then added, "Remember, the entire Hawthorn family! Don't let anyone connected to them

off the hook!"