The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)
Chapter 257

After Eddy was taken away, everyone felt a sudden surge of relief in the air.

Paula tried to stop the police car to save Eddy but was warned by the police for obstructing justice.

Helpless, she returned to plead with Baron. "Dad! Can you help Eddy? We can't just let the police take him away!"

Baron looked at her without any expression. "If he has done something wrong, he should pay for it."

He raised his eyes to meet Paula's face and looked at her with a stern expression. "If you hadn't stirred up trouble at home, Eddy wouldn't have ended up like this. You reap what you sow." "But did I do this for myself?"

It seemed like Paula would never let up. "Vivienne has got something worth a billion, and I asked her to give it to our family. Was that wrong? It's not just a hundred bucks, but a billion! How can a young girl handle such a big sum? What if she gets scammed?"

"I always look out for our family, but you all treat me like garbage." Paula looked at Baron with a face etched in defiance and resentment. "Mom, Dad! Since childhood, you've always favored my older and younger brothers. You even favored my younger sister. But what about me? I'm your daughter, too. Why don't you ever want to help me?"

"I've lost my daughter for so many years. I've been desperately searching for her for years. The Brooks family could have contacted the CK Intelligence Organization to help me replace her, but you refused to spend the money. Scott's daughter was found, while my daughter is still suffering!"

"Now, for the sake of the Brooks family, you've put my son at risk. Isn't that too much?"

Baron frowned as his face began to darken.

Judith had had enough. "That's enough! You're beyond redemption! We all didn't want your daughter to go missing, and over the years, you've always felt that we haven't helped you replace her. But do you know that your father has contacted CK multiple times, but they refused to take the case? We are not gods, Paula. We don't have the power to do everything!"

"Even if we didn't help you contact CK, your father posted a reward and sent people everywhere to look for her. We didn't feel good about not replaceing her either. How can you blame us so confidently?" "I've had enough of you, and your father has already said that from now on, without our consent, don't you ever show your face here again!"

Paula sneered. "You just don't want me around! Vivienne got my son in trouble, and I haven't settled that account yet. Since you're heart-set on favoritism, we'll see how things end! I won't let it go that easily!" Paula didn't want to waste her breath on them anymore. She knew that no matter what she said, her family wouldn't help her.

She couldn't let Eddy spend the night in jail.

Just as Paula was about to leave, Vivienne suddenly called out to her. "Wait!"

Paula stopped and glared at her. "What do you want now?"

Vivienne glanced at her and said, "I agree with you that what the younger generation gets should belong to the family. To help you achieve your wish, I plan to lend you a hand."

With that, Vivienne took out her phone, found a number in her contacts, and dialed it.

Soon, the call was connected, and a man's excited voice rang out. "Young..."

Before he could finish talking, Vivienne interrupted him. "Mark Miller! Your son, Eddy, bought a piece of gemstone with the Miller family's money worth 300 million. Your wife thinks that what the younger generation gets should be handed over to the family. I think that's quite reasonable. We're at the Brooks Mansion; what's your plan?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, then he said, "I'll send someone to pick it up right away."

Though he had no idea what exactly had happened, judging from Vivienne's tone, it must have been Eddy and Paula who had provoked Vivienne.

Those two damned fools!

They were either idle or causing trouble!

Did they really think they could mess with Vivienne?

Upon receiving a positive reply, Vivienne hung up the phone.

Paula's face nearly turned green with anger.

What kind of people were Vivienne and Percival?

Why did they always have to snitch?

It wasn't long before the Miller family's car arrived.

They greeted Baron and Richard, then loaded Paula's things and the gemstone Eddy had bought onto the car.

Like a gust of wind, they came quickly and left quickly.

After Paula left, Calista and Mila also felt it was inappropriate to stay, so they excused themselves.

Richard was very satisfied with the outcome and planned to leave with Cecilia, but he was called back by Baron. "Old man, take your grandson with you."

"Why should he leave?" Richard gave Baron a sidelong glance. "He's Vivienne's fiancé, so he should be with Vivienne."

"Pah!" Baron spat. "That's just an engagement. Whether they'll get married is another story. Our family has no tradition of unmarried couples living together. Take him and leave!"

At this moment, he was holding back a bellyful of anger. Every time he saw Percival, he thought of Richard, that damn old man. If he had to see Percival every day, he reckoned he would die of anger sooner.

He didn't want to die earlier than that damn Richard.

He wanted to live well and annoy Richard to death.

"Hmph!" Richard snorted coldly. "You want to drive my grandson away so you can bully Vivienne? Dream on!"

"You!"

Before Baron could finish his sentence, Richard said, "If you talk nonsense again, I'll move in here too!" Baron fell silent.

Did he have no shame?!

In the end, thanks to Richard's shameless persistence, Percival successfully stayed.

Throughout the whole process, he and Vivienne didn't get a chance to say a word.

It was just too unbelievable. These two old men were too strong.

Once Richard had taken his leave, Baron swept his gaze over the remaining crowd and said with an air of nonchalance, "Alright, the show's over. Those who need to leave, leave. Those who need to sleep, sleep."

What a ruckus at such a late hour.

With that, Baron retired to his quarters.

The others followed suit shortly after.

Once everyone had retreated, Leopold rushed over to Vivienne with an excited expression. "Vivienne," he said, "next time there's a spectacle like this, call me. I'll help you blow off some steam."

He seemed to have entirely forgotten who nearly upchucked their dinner just moments ago.

"But could we maybe choose a less nauseating method next time? It really turns my stomach; I won't even want to eat for days." Leopold cringed at the thought of what he just saw; he could feel his stomach churn.

Vivienne crossed her arms as a smirk played on her lips. "Oh? You have a solution?"

"Of course I do!" Leopold said with enthusiasm. "We strip him bare, make him do a pole dance, and then invite an audience. It'll be quite a spectacle."

"I appreciate the thought..." Vivienne awkwardly replied.