The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 258

After Leopold and Thomas left, Vivienne and Percival retired to their rooms as well.

The drama of the evening had left a sour taste in the mouths of the Brooks family, and everyone had opted for an early night.

Darren, however, was humming a tune as he strolled towards his room on the second floor. Observing the spectacle between Paula and Eddy earlier had put him in high spirits.

These two, his aunt and cousin, had been strutting around like peacocks for too long, and he was frankly sick of it.

Being family, and seeing as Paula did lose her daughter, the Brooks family had been tolerating their rudeness and boorishness for too long.

But what happened today filled him with glee. They had it coming!

They ought to be thanking their lucky stars that Vivienne had spared Eddy's life.

The mere thought of Vivienne sent a shudder down Darren's spine, and he quickened his pace towards his room.

It was better to keep as much of a distance as possible from her.

Swiftly, he pushed open the door to his room, eager to take refuge.

To his surprise, Vivienne was lounging on his sofa, engrossed in her phone, as if she owned the place.

Darren was at a loss for words.

Would he have time to make a run for it?

Vivienne glanced at him and spoke in an indifferent tone. "Back already?"

With a thud, Darren dropped to his knees before her, gripping her legs as he begged for mercy. "Vivienne, I was wrong! Please forgive me!"

Tears streamed down his face, making him the very definition of woe.

Vivienne kicked him away in disgust. She brushed off the traces he left on her dress, eyeing Darren as she said, "What exactly did you do wrong?"

"I shouldn't have run away." Darren confessed as remorse washed over, leaving his face a picture of woe.

Years ago, he had been sent by the Edwards family to the Emerald Monastery to become a disciple. His aptitude had impressed the master, who took him in.

Initially, he was thrilled. But the training at the Emerald Monastery was nothing like what he had imagined.

Vivienne's training methods were worse than any military show he had ever seen on TV.

He simply couldn't handle the hardship.

So he chose a dark and windy night and scaled the walls to escape.

"What else?" Vivienne's tone was calm, but Darren felt a chill run down his spine.

"More?" Darren racked his brains, continuing his confession. "I should have listened to you. All the beatings and scolding were for my own good. I was ignorant."

As he spoke, Darren began to tremble. He could vividly recall the punishments at the Emerald Monastery. He certainly didn't want a repeat of those dreadful days.

"Since you've left the monastery, you are no longer one of the disciples there."

At first, Darren felt a sense of relief. If he wasn't one of the disciples, that meant she couldn't discipline him anymore, right?

But his relief was short-lived.

"However, the mistakes you've made can't just be swept under the rug."

As soon as she finished speaking, Darren felt an invisible pressure bearing down on him.

The memories of his beatings at the monastery flooded his mind.

"I was wrong! I was wrong! Vivienne, please spare me! I really was wrong…"

He tried to grip Vivienne's legs again, refusing to let go.

Vivienne looked down at his pathetic figure and was left utterly speechless. How did the stone Monastery produce such a coward?