The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 992

Yorick finally stepped down from his position, a move that those in the know understood didn't come with any hidden agendas. His concern was purely for Vivienne.

"If even a legacy as storied as the ancient knights can't handle her, this person must be extremely cunning. When you and Percival deal with her, always have an exit strategy. Don't go head-to-head unless absolutely necessary. Your safety comes first."

Yorick's words, filled with genuine concern, resonated deeply.

Hearing Grandpa Joe speak so seriously was rare, warming Vivienne's heart. "I will, Grandpa."

Yorick smiled, satisfied, and said no more.

In his old age, he found that fame and fortune were fleeting.

Being able to see his family thrive, even hoping to meet his great-grandchildren, made him more content than anything else could.

Life had treated him kindly.

He had everything he could wish for.

When Percival returned, Vivienne was at the center of a family 'care' session.

Seeing Mr. Wolf back, Vivienne was more eager to leave than anyone. At this moment, all she wanted was to get away.

A father knows his daughter. Arthur, snapping back to reality, was even more dramatic than she had anticipated. Unlike her mother's calm demeanor, her father seemed to have switched roles, hitting all her sore spots with his words.

If not for the respect for the elders, she would have preferred a good old-fashioned brawl over enduring his nagging.

Percival arrived, arms full of medicine bags, causing Vivienne to frown. "You actually went to get medicine?"

Percival looked at her fondly, seriously saying, "Of course. Mom insisted on these prenatal vitamins. They're all top-notch and good for your health. I'll brew some for you when we get home."

"Me? Drink it?"

Vivienne was stunned, turning to look at Sasha. "When did you two arrange this?"

Despite being right there, how had they communicated about the medicine?

Mr. Wolf had even gotten it exactly right.

Sasha, not bothering to engage, simply took the medicine bags from Percival to check them, then nodded approvingly. "Good, Mr. Field personally prepared these. Start with these to nourish your body, and we'll see how you're doing in a few days."

Percival took note carefully.

Vivienne stared at the medicine bags, her headache intensifying.

She was a doctor, which didn't mean she enjoyed taking medicine, especially traditional Western concoctions.

Sasha glanced at Vivienne, a twinkle in her eye, adding, "You know she's always hated taking medicine, make sure she finishes it, not a drop left!"

Vivienne, "..."

Truly her mother, not missing a chance even now.

When it was time to leave, Vivienne walked to the car, about to open the passenger door when Percival stopped her.

With a questioning look in her eyes, he opened the rear door instead, pulling her in with him, "It's safer in the back."

Vivienne, "..."

Glancing at Mr. Wolf, who wouldn't let go of her hand, Vivienne felt the need to ask, "Who's driving then?"

Percival checked his phone, and moments later, footsteps approached.

A slightly out-of-breath Thomas opened the driver's door, "Percival, ma'am, sorry I'm late!"

Vivienne genuinely felt her eyelid twitch.

But she reassured herself.

Mr. Wolf must be overly cautious right now. This would pass.

It must.

When the car abruptly stopped at a red light, Percival's arm instinctively protected Vivienne, his brow furrowed, "Thomas, keep a distance from the car ahead."

Thomas, oblivious to any issue, simply responded, "Oh, okay, Percival."