The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)
Chapter 123

Percival paused for a moment. A small figure flashed in his mind. It was a little girl who used to affectionately call him "Mr. Wolf". He lowered his head, carefully observing Vivienne's face. From the moment he

first saw her, he could see a familiar shadow in her features.

"You don't like that?" Vivienne pondered for a moment and asked, "You're ten years older than me and like a wolf. I would call you Mr. Wolf."

Percival fell silent.

He chose to ignore the age issue.

"No, I quite like it." Percival lowered his head again, uncontrollably kissing her.

Vivienne was startled. Before she could react, Percival pressed her against the bookshelf, forcefully trying to possess her.

Vivienne attempted to push him away. She was afraid of feeling the same uncontrollable emotions that she felt last night. But the moment his lips touched hers, she felt a conflicting desire to accept him. It was so contradictory.

Suddenly, the bookshelf behind Vivienne collapsed due to their weight, toppling the shelves behind it like a row of falling dominoes. Dust flew up, and books scattered all over the floor.

Vivienne and Percival both fell on the bookshelf and stared blankly at each other.

This was truly an unexpected turn of events for both of them.

Suddenly, applause echoed in the study.

Vivienne and Percival turned to look, seeing Leopold and Thomas standing on the stairs with astonishment written all over their faces.

Leopold clapped his hands and said in surprise, "Just one night, and you two have progressed this far? So quickly and passionately? Was the bed at home not big enough, the sofa not soft enough, or the floor not cool enough that you had to choose the bookshelf?"

Leopold and Thomas often visited Percival's apartment, so they knew the password to the door. It wasn't just the two of them; Cecilia and a strange woman were also present, both equally as surprised. "What kind of behavior is this?" Cecilia, after realizing the situation, was very angry.

"Mom, why are you here?" Percival said helplessly as he helped Vivienne up. "This was an accident."

"An accident?" Cecilia asked unhappily, "Why haven't I seen you have such an indecent accident before? Yesterday, I heard Isolde say that Ms. Hawthorn moved in with you. I came to see, and who would've known I'd replace this?"

Her good manners prevented her from saying more unpleasant words, but the way she looked at Vivienne indicated her belief that Vivienne was seducing Percival, leading to this embarrassing situation. "Cecilia, do you need an eye checkup?" Vivienne saw through Cecilia's implication and asked sarcastically.

"What do you mean?" Cecilia didn't understand.

"If your eyesight is fine, you should be able to see that it was Percival who pushed me down, right?" Vivienne sneered.

She had always been this way. If someone treated her well, she would respond in kind. If someone treated her rudely, she wouldn't show any respect either.

Even if this person was Percival's mother.

Cecilia didn't show any kindness to her, so she wouldn't respond with kindness either.

"You!" Cecilia didn't expect Vivienne to be so direct. She was Percival's mother, but Vivienne didn't try to please her. On the contrary, she was blunt and impolite.

She had never lost a fight in her life and was momentarily at a loss for words.

Leopold saw the conflict between Vivienne and Cecilia and immediately got excited, leaning towards Percival with a grin. "Look, this is the world's most difficult dilemma. If your wife and mother fall into the water at the same time, who will you save first?"

"Why did you bring my mom here?" Percival frowned at him.

"We didn't bring her." Leopold shrugged. "We just opened the door, and your mom happened to come in. We can't stop her, can we?"

He patted Percival's shoulder. "You know your mom's personality. If I stopped her, she might go to my house and complain to my mother. Then I would be in trouble. So, Mr. Ellington, deal with your own mother."

"What are you trying to say? Why can they come, but I can't?" Cecilia heard their conversation. She needed to maintain good manners and poise in front of others, but she didn't have to be so polite to her son. "Isolde told me you were injured. As a mother, can't I come and see what's wrong with my son?" After speaking, she glared at Vivienne. She thought she was nothing but rude, like someone who grew up in the countryside. She couldn't understand why Richard had chosen her as a granddaughter-in-law.

"Bro, is this how you handle things?" A woman who had been silently following behind Cecilia suddenly stepped forward and smiled at Percival. "Your mother is just concerned about you. You shouldn't ignore your mother because of an outsider."

After speaking, she deliberately glanced at Vivienne.

Vivienne raised an eyebrow. Before she could say anything, Percival coldly asked, "Who are you?"

The woman's face changed instantly. Cecilia quickly said, "This is Stella. Don't you remember? You used to play with her when you were a child."

"Don't know her." Percival said coldly to Stella Pembroke, "Ms. Stella, your upbringing seems to be lacking. You are not part of this family, and you shouldn't interfere. Don't you think you've crossed a line?"

He paused for a moment. His tone was light but ruthless. "I only have one sister, Isolde. My fiancée might misunderstand."

Leopold couldn't help but laugh and give Percival a thumbs-up. He was really something.

Stella looked embarrassed and angry. She pushed Thomas aside, covering her face and crying as she ran out.

"Stella!" Cecilia glared at Vivienne and hurriedly chased after her.

Vivienne was puzzled. This person was scolded away by her son, so why was she glaring at her?

The study was in shambles. The bookshelves had collapsed, and books were scattered all over the floor. It was definitely uninhabitable.

Percival called Leopold and Thomas for help. They packed up important things and carried the computer upstairs. Then he called someone to come and clean up.

But Vivienne noticed that Percival carefully placed the anklet back in its box and took it upstairs.