The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 402

Every time Vivienne spent time with Jasper, she felt a warmth envelop her.

This warmth was different from the kind she felt in the company of Dorian.

Dorian’s kindness stemmed from his affection for her mother and, by extension, to her, much like Cordelia had shown.

Though it was a case of loving the house and its crow, it was genuine through and through.

But with Jasper, it felt as if it was innate.

Especially when Jasper looked at her, his gaze held the same affection as when he looked at Natalia.

Vivienne had a long chat with Jasper in the ward, where Zelda had brought out an array of snacks, fussing over her like a child.

When it was time to leave, Vivienne said her goodbyes, "I'll come see you again next time. It's going to get colder in a few days. Make sure you wear more than just that thin shirt."

Jasper nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, I’ll go shopping for some warm clothes tomorrow; bundle myself up nice and cozy."

Zelda sighed from the side. "You only listen to Vivienne. I've been telling you to dress warmer, but you never pay heed."

They all shared a laugh, and with that, Vivienne got up to leave.

Once she was gone, Jasper’s smile slowly faded, tinged with a hint of reluctance.

"Is everything collected?" Jasper asked.

Zelda nodded. "Don’t worry, Dad. I’ve kept the cup Vivienne used. I'll hand it over to Yuri tonight and have him personally supervise the paternity test."

Jasper sighed silently and sat back down, continuing to play with his granddaughters.

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Meanwhile, Vivienne returned to the Brooks Mansion.

Pushing the door open, a chill swept through, prompting her to wrap her coat tighter. Just as she was about to head to her room, she encountered Baron.

"Baron," Vivienne greeted him coolly.

Baron responded, his eyes hesitating on Vivienne.

She noticed, "Something on your mind?"

After a moment of silence, Baron asked, "Do you know where your father might be?"

Vivienne chuckled, her icy gaze briefly scanning Baron, "You don't know?"

"I don't. I'm a bit worried. Could you ask Percival to look into it? I'm afraid he might be in danger."

Baron's gaze dropped, making it hard to read his thoughts.

"Sure, if you think it's necessary, Baron," Vivienne replied with a hum, then retreated to her room.

Baron watched Vivienne's door for a long while before he left the Brooks Mansion.

Vivienne stood by her bedroom window, watching Baron’s car slowly drive away, the corners of her lips curling into a subtle, knowing smile.

Baron’s car arrived at an apartment complex.

Upon entering, the heavy scent of blood hit him.

"Are you alright?" Baron stepped forward, eyeing the wounds.

Scott sat on the couch, with medical supplies scattered on the table before him.

Having escaped from Percival's men, he had managed to evade the Vanguard Agency's surveillance and return to his apartment with Baron's help. This was their secret sanctuary.

Scott's lips were pale. The gunshot wound Vivienne inflicted on his wrist had almost crippled his hand, and during his escape, Percival's bullets had riddled his body. His injuries, aggravated by a near drowning, were on the verge of infection.

If not for Baron, he would either have perished at sea or died from the festering wounds.