The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

Arabella's face stiffened. She averted her eyes, avoiding Vivienne's piercing gaze.

Regardless of her evasions, the school's students hadn't forgotten about the disgusting things she'd

done before, and they started to chatter. "Yeah, Arabella loves to frame people repeatedly."

"First, she almost killed Faye from Class Eighteen by giving her the wrong treatment, then when Ms.

Vivienne stepped in to save her, she accused Ms. Vivienne of stealing her credit."

"She falsely accused her foster father of assaulting her when she was young. I think that’s the worst

thing anyone can ever do."

"Exactly. I bet this time she's trying to frame Coral."

"She must be seeking revenge because Coral testified for her when she falsely accused her own foster

father."

Arabella trembled with anger, but Tristan misinterpreted her reaction as sadness and fiercely defended

Arabella to Coral.

"Even if Arabella did frame you, it must have been your fault. You must have done something to upset

her!"

The surrounding students fell silent, taken aback by his outburst. They wondered if this guy was out of

his mind.

According to him, even if Arabella hurt someone else, it was their fault. Arabella was completely

blameless. Was he crazy?

Vivienne had had enough of Arabella and Tristan's drama. She turned to Coral and said, "Tell me in

detail what just happened."

Coral had been biting her lip and holding back her tears without anyone to support her. But now that

Vivienne had stepped up, she finally had an outlet for her grievances, and her tears started to flow

uncontrollably.

"I was just going upstairs back to class when Arabella suddenly ran past me, fell down, and then

accused me while crying."

"You liar!" Tristan clearly didn't believe her and moved to slap Coral again.

Percival swiftly kicked him in the knee, and Tristan, a tall bloke of over six feet, surprisingly fell forward

onto the ground.

Tristan gazed at Percival in disbelief. He had heard rumors that Percival's leg had miraculously healed.

However, his impression of Percival was still that of a spoiled and disabled playboy.

Even though he was an adopted son of the Brooks family, to survive and gain more resources in the

Brooks family, he had always held himself to high standards and developed impressive physical skills.

Even half of the Brooks family's bodyguards were no match for him.

He had always looked down on the pampered scions of Rivenwood's four prominent families, like

Percival. He felt that without their privileged backgrounds, none of them could compare to him.

Plus, after the incident at the school gate, he was even more resentful towards Percival. He was

convinced that if it weren't for Percival's backup, he could have easily taught Percival a lesson.

But now he was effortlessly knocked down by someone he considered useless. He tried to get up but

found that he couldn't move. What he didn't know was that Vivienne had used a silver needle.

Vivienne didn't even spare him a glance. "Give him back double what he gave you."

"I…" Coral looked at Tristan's cold gaze and was too scared to act.

"What? You can't even fight back when you're bullied?" Vivienne said indifferently, "If you don't, do you

think she'll let you off?"

Coral was taken aback and realized that Vivienne was right.

Her feud with Arabella was already formed. If she didn't have the courage to fight back today, she

would only face more intense bullying tomorrow.

So she gritted her teeth, walked over to Tristan, grabbed his collar, and returned two slaps.

One for each he had given her, just as Vivienne had instructed.

"You… you dare hit me?!" Tristan glared at Coral from his prone position on the ground.

Coral was scared but forced herself not to back down and said boldly, "You hit me; why can't I hit you

back?!"

"Tristan!" Arabella cried, rushing over to hold Tristan, her face full of concern. Instead of accusing

Coral, she glared at Vivienne. "Sis, you are a teacher. How can you let a student hit someone? Is this

how a teacher should act?"

Vivienne just smirked. "A student has been bullied, and I, as a teacher, let her stand up for herself. Is

that a problem? And who saw me let Coral hit someone?"

She scanned the students of Class One. "Did any of you see that?"

The students shook their heads. "No!"

Arabella's reputation was beyond redemption.

So what if she was the newly recognized heiress of the Brooks family?

Didn't she still act superior and look down on them as if she were some proud princess?

Ms. Vivienne was the teacher of Class Eighteen. Ever since she invited Mr. James and his team to

teach Class Eighteen, the students' grades have improved drastically. Charlotte, Faye, and Logan all

made it into the top ten of the grade.

Everyone was green with envy. Just when everyone was thinking about how to ask Vivienne to let Mr.

James teach them, Vivienne had already invited Mr. James to give lectures.

Apart from the usual curriculum of Class Eighteen, Mr. James's team would dedicate two periods each

week to instruct them. In just a few weeks, they noticed a significant improvement and a substantial

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With such a gem of a teacher like Vivienne, how could they possibly assist Arabella?

"You!" Arabella ground her teeth in anger while glaring at them.

A bunch of backstabbers!

They used to pester her for help, and now that she was gone for a short while, they all turned against

her.

Just wait and see!

Arabella turned to Vivienne, her voice as cold as ice. "Tristan is my father's adopted son. Do you really

think that with Percival backing you, we, the Brooks family, wouldn't dare touch you?"

"The Brooks family?" Vivienne looked down at her foot on Tristan's right hand, which was about to

strike Coral. "Are you guys big shots?"

"Huh!" Percival couldn't help but laugh.

The Brooks family?

They weren’t impressive at all!

Arabella's face flushed with humiliation at Percival's laughter. The Brooks family might not be as

powerful as the Ellington family, but they were one of the top families in Rivenwood. And yet, they were

being treated like insignificant ants.

As for Percival, she could let it slide. But what right did Vivienne have?

Vivienne crushed Tristan's fingers under her shoe, watching as he grimaced in pain. She quickly pulled

out her phone and dialed the school security office. "There's an intruder on campus, and a student has

been assaulted. Are you guys blind?"

"Ms. Vivienne, we're on our way!"

"Vivienne, you bitch!" Tristan cursed. "Arabella is right. You're nothing but a cruel and vicious bitch! Just

you wait!"

Vivienne stood there with her hands in her pockets. Her cold gaze was fixed on him, and her foot was

still crushing his fingers.

"Sister! Please remove your foot! Don't step on Tristan's fingers anymore!" Arabella, shocked at

Vivienne's audacity, added fuel to the fire. "Tristan, this is all my fault! She's treating you like this

because she hates me!"

"Don't beg her. She's just a..." Tristan's words hung in the air as he suddenly found himself unable to

utter another word.

Vivienne put away her silver needle, gave Arabella a cold glance, and walked away with Percival.