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“Mr. Wolf, let’s go.”
Vivienne took Percival’s hand, their eyes meeting with a shared look of tenacity and resolve.
It was time to tear open the curtain of complacency with this Sadie and Julian incident. It was about
time those arrogant fools realized that not everything in this world could be shaken by the ancient
warrior lineages!
Outside the police station, Harrison’s half-lit face flickered in the dim light. He touched his swollen
cheek gingerly, fingers coming away dusted in grime.
That was the mark left by Vivienne’s boot when she kicked up the dirt in her haste.
“The Ellington family, the Hawthorn family… Good for them!”
At the Abernathy estate.
Early in the morning, Victoria’s courtyard was abuzz with activity as people came and went, busy
with their duties.
The moment Victoria stepped through the gate, a thunderous roar echoed clearly to her ears, and
her emotions tumbled through surprise before settling on bewilderment.
She grabbed a passing maid by the arm, urgently asking, “What’s going on inside?”
The maid, clutching a bottle of medicine, dare not conceal the truth, “The young master has been
beaten, and the patriarch is in a fury.”
Harrison was beaten?
Victoria’s eyes darted around with intrigue, and though doubts lingered, her heart felt unexpectedly
light.
She glanced back at Seaton, her stoic bodyguard in a sharp black suit, who shook his head
indicating he was also in the dark about the situation.
Truth be told, Seaton was quite surprised himself.
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Ever since Harrison arrived at the Abernathy estate, though he wasn’t considered heir apparent by
Gavin; he held a special place in his heart.
Within the Abernathy household, likely only Madeline could rival Harrison.
Despite Harrison’s lack of personal combat skills, outsiders usually showed him a modicum of
respect for Gavin’s sake.
And now, someone had dared to attack him?
“Miss, shall we go in and have a look?” Seaton asked.
If there was a “Hater List” for Harrison, Victoria would be at the top of it, so she wouldn’t miss such
an amusing opportunity for the world.
Victoria’s lips curled into a smile at the thought of Harrison’s misfortune, “Of course. How could I
miss such an entertaining spectacle?”
As she strode towards the parlor, the noise grew louder. Gavin’s furious voice, accompanied by the
sounds of tables being slapped and dishes crashing, could be heard from inside, “This is
outrageous! Do the Ellingtons truly think they are the foremost power in Veridia?! That Vivienne, to
think she would dare lay a hand on a son-in-law of the Abernathy family! This is outrageous!”
Victoria paused, her face tinged with sarcasm.
“Enough, Gavin,” Madeline’s voice, affected and melodramatic, broke through, “Don’t be so angry.
There’s no point in ruining your health over a trivial girl like Vivienne. She doesn’t have any real
power; she’s just caught Mr. Ellington’s eye because of her looks. Harrison isn’t seriously hurt, so
let’s not dwell on it.”
Gavin retorted, “How can I not be angry? That old Richard never respected me, choosing to cut ties
with his daughter rather than support me. And now, decades later, his grandchildren have the
audacity to attack our family! It’s as if they’re cut from the same cloth, that Vivienne, just as arrogant
and heartless as old Richard!”
“Vivienne was the one who hit Harrison?” After standing in the yard for a while, Victoria pieced
together the story, “That girl’s got some nerve.”
Considering she’d indirectly avenged her, Victoria thought it only fair to let slide the incident where
Vivienne had stood her up.
As she stood there, listening to Gavin shamelessly slander the Ellington family, any sense of
relaxation on her face evaporated like mist.
What in the world had her mother seen in Gavin?
“Miss, we’re not going in?” Seaton, following behind Victoria, noticed her hesitation at the door and
her expression souring before she turned to leave.
A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes. Victoria used to relish seeing Harrison’s defeats, so why not
now?
With a cold expression, Victoria replied, “Why bother with Harrison? We’d be better off thinking
about how to retrieve what we need from Vivienne.”
From the moment she entered the courtyard to when she walked away, all the commotion was
drowned out by Gavin’s roaring.
Harrison, enduring his discomfort, peered through the screen door, catching a glimpse of a familiar
silhouette. His eyes flickered with recognition, then immediately dismissed the thought.
That woman, if she knew he’d been hit, would surely be the first to rush in and gloat. Why would she
just walk away?
His gaze fell, and he hid the stirrings in his heart.
As Gavin’s tirade continued unabated, Harrison couldn’t help but find it all so laughable.
All this bluster, and yet, he still wouldn’t speak the words about settling the score with Richard
Ellington.
Kaitlyn wasn’t wrong; Gavin was like a dog groveling at the Grimshaws’ feet, all bark and no bite!
Pausing, he looked up at Gavin, “Dad, don’t get worked up. Our main goal right now is to get our
hands on Kaitlyn’s stuff. The charm offensive is probably off the table. Those two old coots must be
in the hospital by now. I say we stir up a storm with Zinnia and the gang.”
Sophie had been cowering in the corner, barely daring to move. She was terrified that Gavin would
find out it was her sudden call to Harrison that tipped off Kaitlyn to their presence.
Relieved to hear Harrison change the subject, she chimed in eagerly, “Yeah, Dad. We’re running out
of time. Let’s just go all in and put the media squeeze on Kaitlyn. I refuse to believe that Vivienne
can keep guarding her flank forever!”
At this, Gavin’s fiery temper seemed to simmer down, “We’ve tried the media angle before, and
you’ve seen how it went. Back then, Kaitlyn didn’t give up the item. Now, with the help of the
Ellingtons, she’s even less likely to play ball.”
But Harrison was undeterred, a glint of ruthlessness flashing in his clear-cut eyes, “No matter how
tough Vivienne is, those two geezers are on their last legs. If they’re knocking on death’s door, what
can she possibly do to pull them back?”
…
“Achoo!”
At the hospital, Vivienne stood in front of Julian’s bed and rubbed her itchy nose, her cheeks flushed
with color.
Percival reached out to feel her forehead, “Are you coming down with something? Did you catch a
cold from the draft last night?”
