Arthur choked on his words, momentarily unsure of where to throw his support.
Percival stepped in to clear the air, "Dad, Vivienne and I will be back by evening."
Vivienne glanced at him, a hint of surprise in her eyes.
Mr. Wolf had awakened and was staying here?
Percival explained, "The house is still a mess, and we haven't got around to getting all the baby stuff. A baby shower after a month isn't too late."
Arthur's face lit up, "Right, right, the baby shower! I'll have the invitations sent out immediately. I'll draft them tonight."
His resentment towards Percival dissipated.
He had regrets about his daughter's wedding.
This time, at his grandchildren's baby shower, he was determined to make it right.
The Ellington family.
As Percival and Vivienne entered the living room with the kids, Richard's teacup crashed to the floor.
Despite decades of hardship, his eyes reddened at that moment.
Percival knelt before Richard, his expression somber, "Grandpa, I'm sorry for worrying you."
Vivienne, holding the twins, had a reserved look in her eyes.
Was she overthinking it?
Mr. Wolf seemed different since waking up.
Nathan and Cecilia came down the stairs upon hearing the commotion, tears of joy streaming down their faces at the sight of Percival.
Richard helped him up, sighing, "What's all this? It's good you're awake."
"Your concern should be for Vivienne. She's taken on too much for you."
Percival nodded, looking towards Vivienne with a mix of deep affection and guilt.
But above all, her love for him was undeniable.
Vivienne responded with a smile.
Mr. Wolf was still her Mr. Wolf, unchanged.
Percival looked around and then at Cecilia, "Mom, where's Isolde?"
Cecilia glanced at her husband, then back with worry, "Isolde's upstairs. She said she didn't know how to face you."
Percival's expression tightened as he glanced towards Vivienne, "I'll go see her."
Vivienne nodded.
Both she and Mr. Wolf knew.
Only he could untie the knot that was Isolde.
Upstairs, Isolde stood by the door, listening to the noises below, her lips pale from nervousness.
She should have been downstairs with her parents.
But she lacked the courage and didn't know how to face her brother after what had happened.
The footsteps outside grew closer.
Isolde's heart raced.
This wasn't her parents.
"Isolde!"
Percival stood outside, not knocking or coming too close.
Just calling out casually, yet earnestly, "Let's talk."
Isolde bit her lip, unsure how to respond.
Her hands tightened, her voice trembling, "Brother, I don't want to come out right now."
Percival's tone sharpened slightly, "Is it that you don't want to, or are you afraid?"
Isolde trembled behind the door.
Percival continued, his words striking her deepest fears, "You know how I am. Issues need to be addressed. Avoidance only makes things worse."
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