The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 359

Nine men, fire in their eyes, stormed the Ellington estate.

Percival was dealing with his grandfather Richard's tantrum and feeling such a headache.

The old man had returned from a stint at the nursing home only to find out that the engagement had been called off on his behalf. He nearly flipped the roof in his outrage.

First, he laid into Percival without mercy, then he dropped to the floor and began to roll around.

Like now, he was wailing and flailing like a hooligan, crying out, "My dear wife, I can't go on, so come take me away! This ungrateful grandson of mine has gone behind my back and called off the engagement. He must think my days are too long, beckoning the Grim Reaper to come for me sooner!"

"Oh, my baby granddaughter-in-law, I'm so sorry that I let this heartless scoundrel disappoint you. I can't face you. I can only apologize with my death!"

"But rest assured, I'll take this disrespectful grandson with me before I die to avenge you!"

"My dear wife, you gave birth to several boys and girls and I appreciate that. But our genes weren't strong enough. Our kids are worthless. They're killing me with their lack of filiality!"

"It's over, I can't take it. I'm short of breath. My chest is tight, my head's spinning, and all I see is darkness. I might be joining you soon."

"What? You don't want me to come? No, I can't live with the shame, not after my grandson has driven away my granddaughter-in-law. Unless, unless that ungrateful boy gets her back for me."

Percival sighed.

Great!

Looks like his grandpa's performance was set for an encore.

He glanced at Richard, then instructed the maid, "Fetch a cushion; don't let him catch a cold."

Want to play the fool? Play on.

The maid nodded and was about to fetch the cushion when another maid rushed in, "Young Master Percival, there are nine angry men outside and asking for you!"

Percival mused.

Nine?

Leopold was back too?

Before he could speak, Richard leapt up and was fiery as a rocket, "Perfect timing!"

Percival's lips curled in amusement upon seeing his indignation.

Well, the grandson was more important than granddaughter-in-law at the end of the world!

He followed suit, while Richard was practically sprinting, eager to cover two paces in one.

Jerry and other eight ones saw Richard and Percival emerge; with that, their faces darkened further.

Jerry's voice was ice cold, "Percival..."

Before he could finish, Richard slapped him upside the head, fuming, "You call yourselves Vivienne's disciples? She's been bullied and you only show up now? Did she mean nothing to you?"

He knew these nine were Vivienne's disciples since his last hospital visit.

Jerry and his men were stunned by what he said.

"The next time something like this happens, you'd better show up sooner. Not a minute late!" Richard scolded.

Jerry and his men were more confused.

What's going on?

Seeing their confusion, Richard grew even more irate.

Then, pointing at Percival behind him, he declared, "There! This scoundrel! He's abandoned my granddaughter-in-law. Go settle the score with him. And don't worry, I'll lock the door. He won't escape!"

Percival gasped in surprise.

Are you serious? He spoke to himself.

Seeing the nine still unmoved, Richard slapped Jerry's head again, "What are you waiting for? Go settle the score! Or what? Are you afraid of his power and too scared to confront him?"