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Chapter_93
After breakfast, Vivienne intended to head to the Baker family’s house for Faye’s acupuncture treatment. As she approached the entrance of the community, she spotted Percival. Today, he was alone without Thomas by his side.
When he saw Vivienne, Percival walked over to her with a smile. “Let’s go. I’ll give you a lift to the Baker family,” he said.
Vivienne raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Aren’t you supposed to have your physical education class second period?”
Yesterday, Percival had rescheduled his class to accompany Vivienne to treat Faye, and she thought he would be attending it today. But Percival seemed unfazed.
“The students don’t exactly look forward to physical education,” he explained with a shrug. “So I decided to push it to next week.”
Vivienne looked at him, speechless. Percival’s decision to push back class was based purely on the students’ lack of interest. When they heard it was rescheduled, they were thrilled. It seemed almost too easy for Percival.
Vivienne couldn’t help but feel a little guilty about her salary. Percival made it all seem effortless.
Without further discussion, Vivienne got into the car, and Percival buckled her seatbelt for her. His face was close, and the faint scent of his cologne filled the space. When his fingers brushed against Vivienne’s hand as he fastened the strap, she felt a strange sensation in her chest. Her heartbeat quickened.
“You can rest a bit,” Percival said gently, noticing her fatigue. “I’ll wake you up when we get there.”
Vivienne lifted her eyes briefly, her long lashes fluttering as she nodded in agreement. She closed her eyes, trying to suppress the racing of her heart. She didn’t want to sleep, but the car’s atmosphere made her feel uneasy. Despite having no particular feelings for Percival, there was an odd sense of familiarity whenever they were alone. His presence somehow brought her calm.
They didn’t speak for the rest of the ride. The only sound was the quiet hum of the car.
Eventually, the car came to a stop in front of the Baker family’s mansion. The door was wide open, but there was no sign of the housekeeper.
As Vivienne and Percival stepped inside, they were immediately met with an angry voice.
“You dare come here? My daughter was almost killed by you! I haven’t even settled the score yet, and you have the nerve to show up? Get out now, or else don’t blame me for being rude!”
It was Doreen.
Vivienne and Percival exchanged a glance before stepping back, wisely staying near the entrance.
Inside, another voice rang out, clearly irritated. “Ms. Doreen, I came here out of kindness to check on Faye, and this is how you treat me? You were the ones who asked me to treat her in the first place. Now that she’s been treated, you don’t even recognize me?”
It was Arabella, who usually maintained a sweet demeanor but was now visibly upset. She was confronting Doreen, her voice laced with frustration.
“I don’t lay hands on young people,” Doreen retorted sternly. “If it weren’t for Faye’s condition, I would’ve confronted you yesterday. And now you dare question me?”
Arabella scoffed in response. “I can’t believe this. You asked me to help, and now you insult me?” She was seething with anger.
Doreen wasn’t backing down either. “You made a mistake with the prescription, nearly costing my daughter’s life. You didn’t even pick up your phone when I called you repeatedly! And now you have the gall to accuse others?”
Arabella’s face darkened, and she let out a bitter laugh. “So, what, you’re upset because I’m an adopted daughter? Because you think I’m less important than Faye? You think I’m trying to steal her credit?”
Doreen and Mia, who had been listening in silence, were appalled by Arabella’s audacity. The nerve of her to turn the tables, accusing others of things she was clearly guilty of, was almost too much to believe.
“You’ve got it all wrong,” Mia snapped, unable to hold her tongue. “It was your mistake with the prescription that nearly killed Faye! If it weren’t for Vivienne, you’d be in serious trouble right now.”
Arabella paused for a moment, a sarcastic smile on her lips. “Ah, I see. This is all about my sister. You think I’m less important than her, so you’re helping her cover up everything, huh?”
Doreen and Mia stared at her, unable to process how she could be so shameless.
Arabella’s argument was flimsy, but her ability to twist the truth was unparalleled. She was the picture of someone who could manipulate the situation to her advantage.
“Enough of this nonsense!” Doreen exploded. “You almost killed my daughter with your mistake, and now you accuse us? How dare you!”
Arabella’s face twisted in anger. “I’m just telling the truth. The prescription I gave was from my teacher, Dr. William. There was nothing wrong with it. The fever and vomiting were normal reactions. It would have passed on its own. You think I’m stealing credit? Well, if you really believe that, then let me make it public and show everyone what kind of people you really are.”
Doreen’s face reddened in fury, but she was momentarily speechless. In hindsight, she realized she had been too quick to trust Arabella without looking deeper into the situation. Arabella’s words weren’t entirely without merit, and that realization only added to her frustration.
“You need to give me an explanation,” Arabella continued coldly. “Otherwise, I won’t let this slide.”
Doreen, struggling to find the right words, felt the weight of Arabella’s accusations hanging over her. Was she really out of options against her?
Just then, Bertha’s voice called out from outside, breaking the tension. “Ms. Vivienne, Mr. Ellington, why are you two just standing there? Come on in!”
Bertha, fresh from her morning workout, appeared at the doorway and froze when she saw Arabella. Her expression shifted from surprise to serious concern.
Before Bertha could speak, Arabella stormed over to Vivienne, demanding angrily, “What did I do wrong? Why are you treating me like this? That guy wasn’t even your patient. Why are you trying to steal my thunder?”
Vivienne remained calm, even as Arabella’s words pierced through the room. She didn’t respond immediately, knowing that now wasn’t the time to engage. She had enough to deal with already.
