The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)
Chapter 211

The news that Arabella was pregnant and hoping to pin it on Percival had barely made its way to Rivenwood this morning when he stormed into Baron's nursing home to give him a piece of his mind. Surprisingly, by the afternoon he was slapped in the face by his own grandson, Paul's actions.

His grandson had impregnated someone else's granddaughter and caused such a fuss.

Baron, who had been on the receiving end of Richard's wrath for a while, took this opportunity to storm into the Ellington family home and give Richard a good tongue-lashing, venting all his pent-up anger at once.

Richard, who had been strutting around in front of Baron for a while, suddenly had to grovel and apologize to him. He was so furious that he couldn't even eat his dinner and called Percival to complain. Percival, while on the phone, still had the presence of mind to help Vivienne remove the rose petals stuck in her hair.

"Grandpa, why don't you ask Baron why his granddaughter wants to pin it on me if she is carrying my cousin's child? Is she trying to drive a wedge between us Ellingtons?"

"Right!" Richard snapped back to reality. "This is clearly his granddaughter stirring up trouble. If the child is my grandson's, just say it! We won't shirk our responsibilities. Why is she trying to pin it on you? I need to give them a piece of my mind!"

With that, he quickly hung up the phone. It was clear that his anger had gotten the best of him. He usually asked after Vivienne but had forgotten to do so today.

"So, Arabella is going to become your sister-in-law?" Vivienne arched her eyebrow curiously.

Dorian and Cordelia at the door exchanged glances, and both frowned with displeasure.

If Arabella really did marry Percival's cousin, wouldn't Vivienne, once she married into the Ellingtons, become Arabella's sister-in-law?

They were currently harboring ill feelings towards Arabella and would rather avoid her. Naturally, they didn't want Vivienne to have to deal with her on a daily basis either. Percival helped Vivienne pick up the scattered carnations and placed the Juliet rose in the vase by her bedside. "It's not easy to enter the Ellington family."

Percival doesn't want Arabella to disgust Vivienne; otherwise, he would just go with Paul and not care at all.

Nothing was more important to him than his Vivienne.

Pendleton Hospital.

Calista had come to Havenwood specifically to treat Tristan's injury, so she wasn't treating other patients.

However, her reputation was so great that other doctors frequently came to her for advice on various difficult cases.

Even professors from Havenwood Medical University rushed over to exchange medical insights with her.

So, as Ashley sat with Calista, Calista's office bustled with visitors. Ashley could only sit and watch Calista converse with a group of doctors using terms she didn't understand. When her phone rang, she picked it up. Whatever she just heard made her raise an eyebrow.

The Ellingtons moved quickly. The news of the wedding had already been released.

Now, the netizens who had been slandering Arabella on Twitter had found out that the child in Arabella's belly belonged to Paul.

Paul may not be as sharp as Percival, but he was handsome and came from a good background. He was considered a good catch in the eyes of the public.

So, the comment section, which was originally full of insults, was now filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred towards Arabella.

Ashley, with a cold smile in her eyes, immediately contacted several online trolls.

Within ten minutes, different accounts began to appear online, weighing in on the Arabella discussions.

Many of the comments were voicing their suspicions about all of this. "If the child is Paul's, why did Arabella try to pin it on Percival in the first place?"

"Slept with the older brother and wants the younger brother to take responsibility? This girl is so young and yet so calculating. She's quite something."

Ashley put away her phone as satisfaction beamed on her face. Since Calista was too busy to pay her any attention, she simply got up to leave, having done her duty. Calista merely nodded at her and didn't see her off, turning back to continue discussing cases with the professor from Havenwood Medical University.

As Ashley exited, she passed Tristan's room. She considered going in to say hello but decided against it given their mutual dislike.

Even if she went in to mock Arabella's scandal, Tristan would still side with Arabella and might even help her retaliate later. Poor Tristan. He was crippled for a woman who hardly bothered to visit him.

While she was hesitating, a sexy woman passed by her while on the phone. "Hey, why did you suddenly think of me?"

"What? A threesome?"

"But I saw on the news that you're getting married. Aren't you afraid your wife will get jealous?"

Ashley paused, turning to watch the woman's seductive figure, before following with a smile.

Hawthorn Mansion.

By the time Ashley returned to the Hawthorn Mansion, it was already quite late.

As soon as she stepped through the door, the housemaid, Cassie, approached her, asking if she'd had dinner yet. She shook her head. "Not yet."

"I'll have the kitchen prepare something for you right away." Cassie was about to head towards the kitchen.

"Hold on." Ashley called out, stopping her in her tracks. "Have it sent to my room."

The rest of the Brooks family had probably already eaten, and dining alone in the dining room didn't appeal to her.

Cassie nodded and made her way to the kitchen.

Humming a tune, Ashley swung her bag over her shoulder and started heading upstairs to her room.

As she passed by Judith's room, she overheard Timothy in conversation. "Mom, big brother, we've had two paternity tests for Arabella already. Why are we doing a third?" Ashley raised her eyebrows, held her breath, and quietly listened in.

Inside the room, Judith and Scott shared a glance.

Scott responded, "The longer this goes on, the more convinced I am that Arabella is not my daughter."

"But the results of this third test are the same as the previous two." Timothy pointed this out while looking at the paternity test result in Scott's hand. "Arabella is your daughter." Scott leaned back in his expensive mahogany chair with a stern look on his face. "My intuition is never wrong."

"Big brother, I know Arabella has been causing a lot of trouble since she returned." Timothy voiced his concerns. "But you can't just decide she's not your daughter because you disapprove of her behavior." "That's not the reason." Scott frowned slightly. "If she really were my daughter, no matter how much trouble she causes, I would still look after her and teach her better. My suspicion isn't just based on a feeling There's evidence.

The other day, I asked her about her past with her mother, Karen. She told me that when she was six, she fell ill and had a fever. They had no money, so Karen could only hold her and cry while asking for help. They were utterly helpless, but, luckily, she survived."

"What's wrong with that?" Timothy didn't understand.

Melissa, who had been silent all along, gave him a glance and answered for Scott. "Karen was an excellent doctor. How could she possibly just watch her own child suffer helplessly and cry while begging for help?

Moreover, with her abilities, it wouldn't be difficult for her to quickly raise the money needed for her child's treatment."

Timothy froze, realizing that Arabella's story suggested that she didn't really know Karen and had invented a lie based on the image of an ordinary mother.

"Scott, you need to look into this." Judith rubbed her temples, letting out a tired chuckle. "If Beatrice really is playing us, she must know where your real daughter is."

Outside the door, a smile played on Ashley's lips as she quietly slipped away.

It seemed there was going to be some drama soon, and she couldn't wait to see Arabella fall into the abyss.