Aaron eyed Kenneth with a frosty gaze.
"Spit it out. I don't have all day for your blather," he said, not in the mood for Kenneth's usual nonsense.
Kenneth fell silent momentarily, then muttered, "Word on the street is you played the hero for Vivienne. Right now, my brother Percival is probably playing doctor with her in the hospital room; might as well be swapping spit already."
Aaron bolted upright, nearly tearing his stitches. "What did you say? Vivienne is so young. Has Percival no shame?"
"Oh, don't pin it on my brother. It's Vivienne who's been throwing herself at him!" Kenneth's face darkened instantly.
"Bullshit!" Aaron snapped back.
"I don't spout crap like you do!" Kenneth retorted coldly.
Aaron took a breath, trying to keep his cool. "What exactly do you want to tell me?"
Kenneth glanced back at the closed door of the ward, then leaned in closer to Aaron as if sharing a secret.
Aaron pushed him away, disgusted. "We're alone in here. Just get to the point."
"What if we team up to keep Vivienne away from my brother? What do you say?" Kenneth was not skulking around anymore; he had had this idea for quite some time.
Aaron's actions had proved his deep feelings for Vivienne, making him the perfect ally in Kenneth's plot to break her away from Percival.
Aaron eyed Kenneth skeptically. "Team up? How?"
They whispered back and forth until Mark strolled in with a doctor.
Kenneth's presence surprised Mark as much as Bennett and the others earlier.
"Kenneth, here to see Aaron, are you? Thanks for caring," Mark said, the picture of warmth.
With Mark's return, it was Kenneth's cue to leave without making it awkward.
He slapped Aaron on the shoulder, "No need for formalities, we're all brothers here!"
Aaron shoved him off, eager for him to leave. "Get out of here."
Kenneth pulled back his hand, shooting Aaron meaningful glances, his eyes saying, “Don't forget our plan!”
Aaron exhaled heavily, suddenly wondering if teaming up with Kenneth was too hasty.
"I'm off then," Kenneth said, exiting Aaron's ward.
After he left, the doctor gave Aaron a thorough check before Mark finally relaxed.
Sitting beside the bed, he looked at his son with concern. "Don't be so reckless next time. What if something serious had happened?"
"But didn't you say our family's top priority is to ensure Vivienne's safety? That's what matters most," Aaron said nonchalantly, seeing his father more as a means to an end to become the Miller family heir and secure the power to stand against Percival.
Mark's brow furrowed. "Still, you're not the one to protect her. No more dangerous stunts."
Aaron did not argue further, as he never intended to heed Mark's words anyway.
"Next month is Richard's birthday bash, right?" Aaron changed the subject.
Mark's temper softened. "Yes, what about it?"
"Take me with you," Aaron said, a subtle gleam in his eye.
Mark paused, surprised. "You want to go?"
"Yes, I can't just stick around school forever, can I? You said networking is essential, right?" Aaron challenged, "Or do you think my status as a bastard son isn't fitting to accompany you to such an important event?"
Richard's birthday was a grand affair in the Ellington family, with many clamoring for an invite.
Only Rivenwood's elite made the list, and many business deals were sealed at the event.
Aaron had never shown interest before, but now he was keen to attend, surprising and delighting Mark, who said, "I didn't mean that, Aaron. I'm happy you want to join the celebration."
Seeing Mark agree, Aaron closed the topic and rested his eyes.
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