The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 82

The engagement party finally wrapped up.

Almost everyone from the Ellington family left when the elders did, except for Percival's family of four. The rest of them had a gloomy look on their faces.

The relatives from the Hawthorn side also took their leave, leaving only a few folks from the Hawthorn Mansion.

As soon as Beatrice saw the Ellington family leaving, she immediately blocked Dorian's path. "Dorian, when are you going to give me that thing?"

Dorian looked at Beatrice, feeling a bit let down, but deep inside, he still had some hope. "Mom! Have you really decided? For that thing, you're willing to give up on me, your son?"

Without any hesitation, Beatrice answered, "You're the one who gave up on me, not the other way around. You've been defying me over and over again for a woman. If you don't care about me or our Hawthorn family, then I'll just not consider you as my son. Give me the thing, and from then on, we're no longer related. And I don't need you to look after me either."

Even though he had anticipated that, Dorian was still deeply hurt.

His own mother was willing to cut ties with him for her own benefit.

Even though they had already severed ties before, it was never a complete break. But that time, Beatrice was serious about cutting him off completely.

Dorian glanced at Cordelia, Vivienne, and Thaddeus, took a deep breath, and said, "We're all worn out today. Let's get some rest, and I'll go to Hawthorn Mansion tomorrow to personally hand the thing over to you."

Dorian looked at Beatrice with a serious look and said, "If you've decided to give up on me, then call your lawyer over tomorrow. We'll get everything notarized. That's it."

Without waiting for Beatrice to respond, Dorian left with Vivienne and the others.

Outside the hotel, the sunlight was blinding, but it felt especially warm. A tear welled up in Dorian's eye as he stood under the sun, not saying a word.

Cordelia and Vivienne stood by his side, not disturbing him.

Thaddeus, still too young to understand why his dad was upset, obediently tugged at his hand. "Dad, don't cry. Thaddeus will always be with you."

Thaddeus's voice brought Dorian back to reality. He gently patted Thaddeus's head and wiped away the tear from his eye. "Dad's not crying. I just got something in my eye."

Cordelia took his hand and said gently, "Dorian, let's go home."

Dorian nodded, "Alright, let's go home."

In that moment, he suddenly had a realization.

Why should he be upset?

Having or not having those relatives from the Hawthorn family didn't matter anymore.

Back in the hotel.

After Dorian's family left, Michael approached Beatrice with a worried look and asked, "Mom, do you think Dorian will really hand over the thing?"

"We've asked him for it countless times before, but he always insists he doesn't have it. Why would he suddenly have it now?" Joseph also asked. "Could Dorian be lying to us?"

Beatrice looked at her and took her hand, whispering, "Arabella, there's something I want to discuss with you."

"What is it, Grandma?"

"I want you to get close to Percival, win his heart, and then marry him!"

Arabella was stunned. She didn't expect her and Beatrice to have the same idea.

Seeing her silent, Beatrice thought she disagreed and said in a gentle voice, "I was against your marriage to Percival before because he was disabled and seemed like a no-hoper. But now, it seems like that's not the case at all. His leg probably wasn't just healed recently, but a long time ago."

"And also, he's not a no-hoper. How could Richard hand over the Ellington Group to him if he was? He's been pulling our leg, testing us, and we all fell for it, Arabella. We've already missed one shot. We can't afford to miss another."

"You saw how well the Ellingtons treat Vivienne. As the heir, Percival is the master, and Vivienne is the mistress. She can call the shots. But look at Vivienne. Is she really cut out to be the mistress? I know you're not a fan of Percival, but for your future and the Hawthorn family's, you might have to bite the bullet."

Beatrice had no idea that Vivienne held two PhDs, and Arabella didn't spill the beans.

She had been planning on winning Percival back anyway. So Beatrice's idea was right up her alley.

She didn't show her true feelings but lowered her head, looking like a well-behaved and sensible child, "Granny, I'll back you up on this."

"Good! That's my considerate granddaughter!" Beatrice said with a pleased smile.