The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 1030

Before Leopold could finish his thought, Vivienne shot him a look that could only be described as seeing an utter fool, prompting him to fall silent.

He coughed awkwardly, "Vivienne, you've got it all wrong. I was just worried about Richard. He's always been the picture of health; his sudden illness might be hiding something, don't you think?"

Vivienne didn't argue this time.

Mr. Wolf's voice over the phone didn't carry any urgency, so it likely wasn't anything serious.

The Ellington Estate.

As Vivienne stepped out of the car, she insisted Leopold head back, choosing to enter the mansion alone.

In the grand foyer, Flynn Ellington and Cecilia were dressed to the nines, seemingly having rushed back from an event.

Upon seeing Vivienne, they hurried over, Flynn taking her hands, "Vivienne, you're here."

Vivienne nodded, greeting Flynn and Cecilia, "Dad, Mom, how's Grandpa doing?"

Cecilia was still in a daze, having just finished a gala out of town when they received a call about the patriarch's conflict that nearly led to him fainting on the spot. They had rushed back immediately.

Flynn approached, "Percival managed to get him to take his medicine; he should be fine now."

Hearing this, Vivienne replied, "I'll go see him."

Inside Richard's room, Percival was sitting, enduring Richard's constant groans and sighs without a word of truth.

It seemed elders could be as stubborn as children, something Vivienne hadn't expected to witness with her own grandfather. He clearly had something on his mind but refused to speak up.

Percival checked the time; he'd been there for an hour since leaving his company, wondering where Vivienne was.

"Mr. Wolf."

Just as he was pondering, Vivienne appeared behind him, prompting a smile from Percival as he stood to greet her, "Vivienne."

Richard's complaints paused at the sound of Vivienne's voice, his ears perking up. After a while, feeling ignored, he let out a loud, "Ouch!"

Vivienne struggled to hold back a laugh at the robust complaint.

She signaled Mr. Wolf to stay quiet, indicating she would handle it.

Approaching the bed, Vivienne feigned concern, "Grandpa, where does it hurt? Let me check your pulse."

Richard slowly opened his eyes, his voice suddenly weak, "Vivienne, dear, I'm alright. Just the frailty of old age, a small illness feels like it could be the end of me."

Percival, "..."

With such vitality, who was at risk here?

Vivienne subtly probed, "Grandpa, extend your hand. Maybe I can see something others can't and cure you."

Richard, sharp as ever, caught the underlying meaning in Vivienne's words.

Yet, his pride kept him from voicing his troubles to his granddaughter.

Vivienne, seeing through him, exchanged a glance with Percival, who reluctantly left the room.

Turning back to Richard, Vivienne spoke calmly, "Grandpa, we're family. Just speak your mind."

The matter he couldn't discuss in front of Mr. Wolf must involve her somehow.

Richard's expression darkened, unable to speak.

Vivienne, seeing his struggle, checked his pulse to confirm his health before subtly asking, "Grandpa, who did you argue with? If you don't tell us, how can we stand up for you?"

At this, Richard's temper flared, "Those old fools at the retirement home! Always bragging about their great-grandchildren. When I called them out, they dared to mock the Ellington family for only having one branch left. I gave them a piece of my mind."