The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)
Chapter 902

Not long after, Kala made a triumphant return to Twitter, dropping a supportive comment under Stephen's latest tweet: "Standing with you!"

Soon, trolls swarmed Stephen's tweet, hurling insults at Kala. It didn't take long before Stephen's comment section was shut down, leaving the trolls with nowhere to vent their frustrations.

Arthur, taking things to another level, used the official Linklater family Twitter account to post a collage of nine photos.

Eight of the pictures captured Sasha trying on various bridal gowns during an outing with Arthur. Each dress, layered with tulle, embellished with gems, and featuring intricate handcrafted embroidery, was a blend of sensuality and elegance. Every style was the kind of dress that countless women dream of, inducing waves of envy and admiration.

At the center of the collage was a photo of Sasha in a stunning mermaid gown, with Arthur looking on, his gaze full of love and amazement. It was clear to anyone who saw it just how much Arthur adored Sasha.

Accompanied by the caption "Tying the knot day after tomorrow!", the post quickly shot up to the top of the trending searches, and the comment section was besieged by women envious of Sasha's fairy-tale romance.

"OMG, I'm in love with every single one of these dresses. Absolutely irresistible!"

"If it were me, I'd choose the War God too, haha. Wealth, looks, and a distinguished family background, Sasha is being spoiled rotten!"

"These gowns are all haute couture, some even designed by internationally renowned designers who only produce one dress every few years! War God spoiling Sasha with so many choices, did she save the galaxy in her past life?"

"Seeing people trash Sasha in the comments, it's just jealousy. Either jealous of her snagging such a great husband or bitter men who can't stand to see others happy. Disgusting mindset!"

The previously negative online narrative was quickly overturned, and many netizens changed their tune after seeing Arthur's post. Moreover, Vivienne's swift and decisive actions made keyboard warriors think twice before continuing their attacks.

Sitting in the Wright family's estate, Alyssa was fuming in front of her computer. Her breathing was ragged, her chest heaving with anger, and her palms were red from hitting the desk, seemingly oblivious to the pain.

She had spent a fortune hiring a detective to dig up dirt on Sasha and Scott in hopes of halting their wedding. Yet, the tide of public opinion on the internet turned against her, rendering her efforts useless. Her heart was filled with resentment.

"Brianna Wright," Alyssa's sister, leaned against the doorway, peeking into the room before sauntering in. "Big sis, it seems like our efforts online didn't quite hit the mark," she remarked casually.

Alyssa clenched her teeth in frustration, her eyes glued to the screen displaying Sasha in her wedding gown.

Placing a comforting hand on Alyssa's shoulder, Brianna suggested, "Maybe we just need to turn up the heat a bit more."

Alyssa looked up, her voice tinged with malice, "And how do you suggest we do that, to ensure Sasha pays dearly?"

Brianna's gaze darkened as she looked at the image of Sasha, a spitting image of Vivienne, recalling past humiliations. She smiled slyly at Alyssa. "Remember the fallout you had with the Linklaters? Maybe it's time for a well-timed apology visit. You and the War God still have a long road ahead."

Alyssa bit her lip, understanding the implication. "But after being thrown out by Sasha in public, Arthur made it clear I'm not welcome in the Linklater estate. It would be a wasted effort." Tears welled up in her eyes, a picture of misery.

Brianna scoffed internally at her sister's naivety but kept her voice soft, "Don't forget about Winston. You could use him as an excuse to get the old man's permission to visit."

Alyssa's eyes lit up, seeing the wisdom in Brianna's suggestion. "You're a lifesaver, sis. I wouldn't know what to do without you. When Arthur and I are together, I won't forget your help."

With a coy smile, Brianna advised, "Just remember to take good care of Winston."

Alyssa's determination was clear. In the Wright family, Winston, only five years old, was cherished by everyone, especially by the patriarch and their father, despite lacking a mother's presence and maternal family support. Yet, Alyssa couldn't understand why he was so favored, knowing full well the family legacy wouldn't be his to inherit.

Intending to bring Winston along, Alyssa set out to replace him within the vast Wright family estate, unable to locate his nanny and determined to replace Winston herself.

After scouring through Winston's room without a trace of him, it wasn't until she almost turned the entire Wright estate upside down that she finally spotted Winston in the rose garden in front of the fountain.

The golden sunlight poured over

Winston, bathing him in a soft halo. His cheeks were as plump and pink as a baby's, his dark lashes fluttering slightly In his chubby little hands, he held a watering can, joyously tending to the vibrant red roses.

Nearby, two servants dedicated to Winston's care were watching over him attentively.

"Master Winston, please be careful of the rose thorns; we wouldn't want you to get pricked!"

"Master Winston, perhaps I should take over the watering. Just watch your head around those branches!"

"Master Winston, if you're fond of roses, I can clip some for you later to place in your vase."

Winston, absorbed in his task, finally responded in a soft, childlike voice, "When these roses are at their prettiest, I want to clip some for Auntie!"

The servants shared a smile, fondly remembering Winston's fondness for Sasha, whom he had met recently.

Alyssa, clicking along in her high heels, couldn't hide her annoyance. At such a young age, instead of hitting the books in the study, he was out here under the blazing sun.

Yet, her face softened into a warm

smile as she looked at Winston, her

voice gentle, "Little brother, I'm so sorry for losing sight of you at the party. It was all my fault, and

promise it won't happen again.

Winston's eyes, clear and shining, met Alyssa's as he said in his sweet voice, "It's okay, sister. Can you take me to see Auntie?"