The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 712

With a rare holiday break, Percival and Vivienne had been tearing it up for a full two days, reveling in the freedom and thrill of the outside world.

Nighttime found no rest for Percival who spent the better part of the darkness sleeping with Vivienne.

Even Vivienne, with her robust constitution, was spent.

By the third day, she was sprawled in bed until noon, only rallying in the afternoon to accompany Percival to Kaitlyn's place.

...

Elsewhere, at a quaint house turned into a private meeting spot.

Victoria sat at the head of the table, her expression dark as storm clouds, "Have we still not found who took Kaitlyn?"

The bodyguard before her bowed his head. "It seems they were cautious. Surveillance along their path has been erased."

"Damn it!"

Victoria slammed her fist down hard on the table, "Keep searching! And find out if any other families have taken in new faces recently!"

Kaitlyn, where on earth have you vanished to?

Dragging along three useless goons and a daughter, do you really think you can escape the watchful eye of our ancient lineage?

The bodyguard remained silent, waiting for Victoria to vent her frustration before stepping forward.

"I've investigated about what you said. No one has reported capturing Kaitlyn, and it doesn't seem like she was taken against her will."

Those from the ancient lineage weren't known for their charity, certainly not to the extent of letting captives pack their belongings.

Victoria had considered this possibility.

But what friends could Kaitlyn possibly have in Rivenwood powerful enough to defy the lineage?

Not likely!

Victoria's eyes suddenly widened as Vivienne's unforgettable face flashed through her mind.

After a moment of silence, she commanded, "Look into that woman who fought us that day. I want to see who has the guts to take us on!"

Kaitlyn, you had better be alive! Or else, even as a ghost, I'll drag you back!

...

At the Littleton Estate.

After leaving her family's home, Vivienne had Matthew handle the transfer of ownership. Now, the house belonged to Kaitlyn.

Vivienne was treating Tyler's injuries.

Kaitlyn, watching both her husband's leg and Vivienne, was hesitant to speak.

Under the encouragement of her in-laws, she wanted to say something, but every time she opened her mouth and saw Vivienne's youthful face, she hesitated.

Is this really okay to hand over the legacy that the Littletons had protected for generations to such a young woman?

If anything went wrong...

She wouldn't know how to live with herself, much less face Vivienne's family.

Vivienne's attention was focused on the silver needles embedded in Tyler's leg, but she didn't miss a single detail of Kaitlyn's behavior.

It was too obvious!

Anyone with half a brain could tell Kaitlyn was troubled. But Vivienne stayed quiet, waiting for Kaitlyn to speak up.

When the time came to remove the needles, Vivienne stood up and said, "This medicine, along with the ointment, should be taken internally. It might hurt, but if you can endure three doses, your leg should be nearly healed."

"Thank you, Ms. Hawthorn," Kaitlyn blurted out, overwhelmed with gratitude.