Chapter 94


    Vivienne lifted her head, a hint of coldness in her eyes.


    She stared at Arabe for a moment, then suddenly smirked, "So what if I stole your thunder?"


    Bertha and Doreen were taken aback. Since when did Vivienne be so blunt?


    It was clearly her who saved Faye. Wasn''t she falling right into Arabe''s trap by admitting this?


    Arabe was equally surprised by Vivienne''s response.


    She knew very well that it was her treatment that almost killed Faye.


    She didn''t know how Vivienne had such superior medical skills, but if it wasn''t for Vivienne, the Baker


    family would never have let her off the hook.


    But luckily, Vivienne happened to save Faye after her. So she couldn''t me her for turning the tables.


    After all, Vivienne was just a country bumpkin. Who would believe her?


    With this thought, Arabe asked angrily, "Why would you do this? What good does it do you to harm


    me? Remember, you''re also a daughter of the Hawthorn family. Whatever happens to either of us, it''s


    not good for you, nor for the Hawthorn family."


    Vivienne put her hands in her pockets and looked down at her, "Since when did I give a hoot about the


    Hawthorn family?"


    She had an aura of power that made Arabe seem small inparison.


    Especially when she looked into Vivienne''s eyes, Arabe always felt like Vivienne could see right


    through her.


    She instinctively stepped back, then retorted, "Yes, you cut off ties with the Hawthorn family, but you


    still carry their blood. Your father is the legitimate son of your grandmother. That''s an undeniable fact.


    Your wellbeing is tied to that of the Hawthorn family."


    "Also, since you returned, I haven''t done anything wrong to you. Last time you made Mr. Ellington


    believe that I stole your credit. Now you''re tantly taking mine. That''s a bit too much, don''t you think?"


    "Hmph," Vivienne flicked a stray hair off her cheek, a wicked grin on her face, "So what?"


    "You!" Arabe was furious, "I just wanted an apology from you and an exnation to Ms. Doreen and


    the others. But if you''re going to act like this, don''t me me for not being nice."


    Vivienne chuckled, "What are you gonna do?"


    Seeing her nonchnt attitude, Arabe turned to Doreen, "Mrs. Doreen, aren''t you going to exin


    this to me?"


    Doreen was already fuming, "I''m already being nice not to confront you, and you still want an


    exnation? Is this how the ''talenteddy'' of Havenwood behaves?"


    Arabe, not bothered by the insult, smirked, "I see how you feel. If anything happens in the future,


    don''t me me for not considering our families'' rtionship."


    With that, Arabe turned around and left.


    After she left, Doreen turned to Vivienne, "Ms. Hawthorn, why did you admit to stealing Arabe''s


    credit? You were the one who saved Faye. Aren''t you just causing trouble for yourself by saying this?"


    Vivienne smiled faintly, "What''s life without a little trouble?"


    Doreen was taken aback, "What do you mean?"


    Without answering, Vivienne said, "I''ll attend to Ms. Faye''s acupuncture first."


    She had been away from the mountains for a while. Did everyone think she had be fragile? How


    amusing! After the acupuncture session, Vivienne and Percival left. The moment they left the Baker


    family, Cordelia called, "Vivienne, don''te home tonight. Find somewhere else to stay." There was a


    hint of urgency in Cordelia''s voice. Vivienne frowned, "What happened?" "Arabe posted online that


    you and the Baker family ganged up on her. She imed that she was the one who cured the patient


    but you took the credit. Because she''s an adopted daughter of the Baker family and has no value to


    them, they abandoned her. Her post went viral in minutes. Some people are throwing paint at our


    house. I''m worried you might run into them, so justy low for a while. Your father and I will handle


    this." Vivienne''s eyes hardened, "I''ll be right there."


    After hanging up, Vivienne asked Percival to take her back to Tranquil Estates. There were hundreds of


    people gathered at themunity gate. The dozen or so security guards couldn''t stop them. Some


    even rushed in. When Percival''s car approached, someone recognized it, "That''s Percival''s car! Stop


    them!" A crowd quickly surrounded the car.


    Percival looked coldly at the crowd and said to Vivienne, "Stay in the car. I''ll handle this."


    Vivienne smiled, "Mr. Ellington, I may be young, but I can take care of myself." Before Percival could


    respond, Vivienne had already opened the car door and stepped out. Fearful that the crowd might harm


    Vivienne, Percival quickly followed and shielded her behind him.


    "Vivienne, you bitch! You seduced Arabe''s fiancé, ruining their marriage, and now you''re stealing her


    credit. Do you really think no one will stand up for Arabe?"


    "Arabe is being bullied by you guys and you''re here ying lovebirds. Disgusting!"


    "Get out of Havenwood, we don''t want you here!" As the person finished, a water bottle was thrown at


    Vivienne.


    Vivienne was just about to make her move when Percival beat her to it, kicking the mineral water bottle


    flying. He red at the bottle tosser who shouted, "Guys, get ''em! Beat up this shameless couple!"


    Percival shielded Vivienne behind him and rushed into the crowd swiftly. These were all ordinary folks


    and Percival had them floored in a few moves.


    Watching Percival''s back, Vivienne felt a warmth in her heart. She was used to solving all her problems


    by herself, but sinceing to Havenwood, it seemed like she always had someone looking out for


    her.


    Percival shot them a cold nce, then made a phone call. "Send someone over to Tranquil Estates."


    After hanging up, Percival took Vivienne by the hand and they walked into the neighborhood. The


    people outside would be handled by others. They had to check on Dorian and Cordelia first. Vivienne''s


    house was trashed, paint sttered all over the door and the words "Die Vivienne!" scrawled on the


    wall.


    Vivienne looked at the scene before her, radiating an icy aura.


    Percival held her hand tightly. "Don''t worry! I''m here with you."


    Vivienne looked up into his eyes. After a pause, she gave a small smile. "Okay."


    Truth be told, she hadn''t feared anything since her mother passed away.


    But unexpectedly, she found herself wanting to lean on Percival.


    The code lock was damaged by the paint, so Vivienne took out her key to unlock the door.


    Inside, Cordelia was anxiously staring at her phone. Dorian hadn''t returned yet.


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    She was afraid these people would barge in and was quite freaked out.


    Seeing Vivienne walk in, she rushed over reproachfully. "Why are you back? Didn''t I tell you not to


    if you get hurt?"


    Vivienne looked at her worried face and felt a pang in her heart. "Don''t worry, I''ll handle this."


    Cordelia wanted to say more, but Vivienne took out her phone and dialed a number.


    The call connected quickly. Vivienne simply said coldly, "Get everyone moving. Put the full pressure on


    the Hawthorn family. I want to see them bankrupt within the hour!"


    She paused, then added, "Remember, the entire Hawthorn family! Don''t let anyone connected to them


    off the hook!"