The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 22

Inside the crib of the Hawthorn fam.

In the hall, Beatrice, Joseph, Michael, and Arabella were all seated, looking all serious. They were all glued to the phone in Arabella's hand.

Herman personally cleared Vivienne's name, saying she didn't steal anything, and Coral was now under arrest for making false allegations. Plus, Jaylan and three other cops had been suspended because they screwed up the case.

Arabella thought she had finally shaken off Vivienne's shadow, but in a few short hours, Vivienne was released. Even the big shot Herman stepped in to clear her name.

"Gran, did the Ellington fam bail Vivienne out?" Arabella pocketed her phone, her eyes losing their resentment. She was all sugar and spice. "Didn't expect the Ellingtons to care that much about Vivienne."

Her voice was filled with bitterness, and she was feeling all sorts of uncomfortable. She didn't believe Percival had the juice to get Vivienne out of the police station. In her eyes, he was just a loser. Except for Richard from the Ellington family, she didn't think anyone else could've pulled it off. But she just couldn't wrap her head around why the Ellingtons would still bail out Vivienne after she was exposed for theft.

Did they really care about Vivienne that much? Who in their right mind would be interested in Percival, that loser? Even if some were, they probably didn't come from fancy homes.

The Hawthorns were a pretty decent catch. So, naturally, Richard wouldn't want Percival to miss out. With that thought, Arabella's mood brightened up a bit.

"Now that Vivienne is released, and the Ellingtons didn't call off the engagement, we've got to stick to the plan." Beatrice never thought Vivienne would be let out.

She already contacted the media, planning to make a big fuss about it. But before she could even start, Vivienne was released. All her plans were messed up, and it was getting on her nerves.

"But what can we do if Dorian and Vivienne are dead against it?" Michael furrowed his brows.

"Yeah, they've already rented a place at Tranquil Estates, so housing is no problem. They would never agree to it now," Joseph chimed in.

"Yeah." Michael complained.

Hospital.

Vivienne was supposed to apply an ointment for Isolde yesterday, but Arabella and Coral's mess got in the way, so she couldn't make it.

Today, she got there bright and early. Usually, at this time of the day, Isolde's family wasn't around. Just as she got to the hospital entrance, she ran into Percival and Leopold.

"Ms. Hawthorn?" Leopold was a bit surprised. "You're at the hospital this early? Not feeling well?" It was just eight, and the outpatient doctors had just started their shift.

Vivienne looked up, her voice barely above a whisper, "What did you call me?"

"Ms. Hawthorn? Is there a problem?" Leopold was clueless. The girl didn't seem so happy.

Vivienne gave him a long, hard look, her lips tightening into a thin line. After a long silence, she finally said, "No problem. Good job!"

Ignoring his elders! Arrogant and rude!

Good! She now had a bone to pick.

Leopold, “Is this Ms. Hawthorn a bit off her rocker?”

Percival was sitting in his wheelchair, his gaze drifting between them. His narrow eyes were cold. His fiancée and his brother were ignoring him?