Chapter 480


    Carl hadn''t stirred from hisa yet. The car crash hadn''t damaged his nerves, but it had plunged him


    into a deep unconsciousness. Having undergone surgery from Vivienne, he was still out cold, waiting


    for the anesthesia to wear off.


    No one could get a word out of Carl about the incident until he awoke.


    Percival received a call from Richard, urging them to hurry back home.


    The reckless stunt that Vivienne and Percival pulled at the racetrack, leaping off a cliff, had gone viral


    through various videos online. Despite Percival''s orders to take them down, Richard got wind of the


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    incident.


    They soon arrived at Ellington Mansion, and Cecilia was the first to greet them, clutching Vivienne''s


    hand anxiously. "Vivienne, are you alright?" Cecilia circled around Vivienne, ensuring she was


    unharmed before she could finally rx.


    Before Vivienne could utter a word, Cecilia smacked Percival on the shoulder. "You reckless boy, how


    could you do something so dangerous? Go exin yourself to your grandfather! Vivienne, let''s go


    inside."


    With that, Cecilia led Vivienne into the house, leaving a puzzled Percival behind.


    What exactly was he supposed to exin?


    Inside, Richard inspected Vivienne just like Cecilia had and, once assured, turned his gaze to Percival.


    Brandishing his cane, he gave Percival a few good thumps. "You foolhardy child! If you want to jump off


    a cliff, do it alone! Why drag our Vivienne into your mess?"


    So, that was what needed exining.


    And it hit Percival hard. He could risk his life, but not the precious granddaughter-inw of the Ellington


    family.


    "Vivienne won''t be in danger as long as I''m around," Percival managed to say, his pride not allowing


    him to say less. After all, how could he be worthy of Vivienne if he could not even protect her?


    "Hmph, it''s because Vivienne was there that you''re safe. Don''t tter yourself!" Richard scoffed before


    turning his attention back to Vivienne with warm concern.


    Resigned, Percival rubbed his forehead but said no more.


    Vivienne sat nearby, raising an eyebrow at him.


    Percival settled in the corner of the couch and watched the scene contentedly.


    It was not long before Flynn and Imogen arrived, looking like they had juste from the office.


    Upon seeing Percival lounging with a fruit tter, Flynn frowned. "I''m swamped at work, and here you


    are, the chairman, living the life. Maybe I''ll take a day off tomorrow, take Imogen out for some fun."


    "Granted," Percival replied casually.


    "You little..." Flynn strode over and ruffled Percival''s hair yfully.


    It was clear that apart from Vivienne, Flynn was one of the few people who could mess around with


    Percival like that.


    Vivienne observed quietly, her cool gaze capturing the two men while a spotlight cast half her face in


    shadow, leaving her thoughts inscrutable.


    Imogen sat down beside Vivienne, her smile sweet and filled with a gentle warmth. "It''s such a blessing


    to have a family."


    Vivienne turned her gaze to Imogen, whom Matthew had thoroughly researched, and the information


    forwarded to her. Everyone who came into their circle was subject to scrutiny.


    Imogen was an orphan whose parents had died in an ident. Seen as a burden by her rtives, she


    grew up in an orphanage with a somber and solitary character, which meant she was never adopted.


    She earned a schrship to study abroad, which softened her disposition. And after starting a


    rtionship with Flynn, she became even more cheerful, blossoming into the person before them.


    But Vivienne shifted her focus away from Imogen, idly spinning a ring representing her identity as the


    young master of the Nine Mystics Society on her finger, her lips curling into an almost imperceptible


    smile.


    Seeing the family gathered, Richard decided to call Fiona and Keh home for a family dinner.


    Fiona arrived with Calista, now Sienna, who carried Fiona''stest medical report.


    "Fiona, what did the doctor say?" Flynn asked with concern.


    Fiona smiled. "It''s nothing serious, Uncle Flynn. Just need to keep up with the medicine and check-


    ups."


    "That''s a relief. Take care of yourself, don''t worry your grandfather," Flynn said, patting Fiona''s head


    with genuine tenderness, a stark contrast to his yful scuffle with Percival.


    Fiona nodded, her gaze drifting toward Vivienne, who sat beside Richard. Their eyes met briefly, a


    silent exchange passing between them before they both looked away.


    Calista seemed a bit tense during the family dinner, constantly attending to Fiona. In a clumsy moment,


    she spilled soup all over her dress.


    "Sienna, you should go to my old room, the second door on the left. There are some clothes there you


    can change into," Fiona suggested.


    "Sorry, everyone, I''ll be right back," Calista apologized before excusing herself to change.


    The minor mishap didn''t dampen the dinner''s spirit, and when Calista returned, a glimpse of a tattoo


    peeked out from beneath the strap of her dress.


    Vivienne squinted, catching just the briefest glimpse of the design, but it was enough for her to infer the


    full tattoo.


    A tiger''s head.


    The appearance of someone with a tiger head tattoo in Fiona''s circle was indeed intriguing.


    Calista tugged her shirt up slightly, then slipped into the jacket she had casually draped over her chair


    as if she was deliberately hiding something. “This shirt feels a bit loose on me.”


    “You''re just too slim. Eat up,” Fiona urged, passing Calista a te of perfectly sliced steak.


    Calista offered a polite smile and silently began to eat.


    Vivienne and Percival exchanged a knowing look, neither saying a word.


    But their eyes were dancing with mockery.