The Million-Dollar Heart Novel Episode
Chapter 66

Inside the head teacher's office of Class Eighteen.

The office was set up simply at Vivienne's request, with just a desk and a comfy sofa.

At the moment, Vivienne was busy at the desk, Percival was dealing with stuff in his wheelchair, and Thomas was sitting on the sofa. It was all quiet, nobody was speaking.

Mr. James's team had completed all subject tests for Class Eighteen's students and set up a study plan.

Once the study plan was confirmed, Vivienne started scheduling the classes.

The learning tasks for the first month were quite heavy. Vivienne even filled the self-study time at night with classes. However, she didn't arrange any PE classes within the first week. Percival didn't object to this.

Class Eighteen's students had had enough fun; it was time to get serious about studying.

By the time she finished scheduling the classes and sorting out different things for the class, it was already half past twelve in the afternoon.

She looked up and was surprised to see Percival and Thomas still there, "Aren't you guys going to eat?" Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Waiting for you." Percival responded after sending out his last message and putting his phone back in his pocket. He was smiling faintly, his voice gentle. "Waiting for me?"

She was going home for lunch today. She wasn't used to the school's canteen, so she had Cordelia prepare some when she left home in the morning.

She and Percival were not close. Why would he wait for her?

"Well, I called Cordelia this morning, saying that we're going to have lunch at your place." Percival wheeled over to Vivienne, and before she could say anything, he added, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not freeloading. I've paid the living expenses, and from now on, I'll eat at your place except for breakfast."

"What about your grandpa and Isolde?" Vivienne asked.

Percival looked up, a smile tugging at his lips, "I forgot to tell you that I paid for four people's meals, me, my grandpa, Isolde, and Thomas."

Vivienne straightened up her desk, and as she turned around, her gaze fell on the pendant on Percival's neck. It was identical to the one she had on her wrist, and it should have been with her mother. It was now sparkling brighter in the sunlight.

Without showing any emotion, Vivienne withdrew her gaze. She took a glance at Percival, and then walked out, "Let's go."

Just as they exited the office, they saw a figure standing at the door.

As soon as she saw Vivienne coming out, the figure immediately approached with a smile, "Ms. Vivienne, nice to meet you! I'm the head teacher of Class One, my name is..."

Ms. Olivia had arrived at half past eleven but saw Vivienne busy. She thus waited at the door.

Little did she know, she would end up waiting for an hour.

She didn't expect Ms. Vivienne to be so dedicated, still busy with student affairs way past lunchtime.

"Ms. Olivia." Vivienne greeted, "What can I do for you?"

"I have a favor to ask. I was wondering if I could sit in on Mr. James's lessons?" To prevent any misunderstanding, Ms. Olivia quickly explained, "I don't have any other intentions. It's just that all my students wish to be taught by Mr. James, but he only teaches Class Eighteen. I'd like to sit in and learn some new methods so I can teach my students better."

Vivienne looked at Ms. Olivia. Among all the teachers she met since she came to Cloudcrest High School, Ms. Olivia was the only one who put students' needs first.

She pondered for a moment, then said, "Sure, I'll call Mr. James and let him know."

"Thank you so much! I'm really grateful." Ms. Olivia said excitedly, "You are so beautiful yet also very kind, Ms. Vivienne."

Kind? That's a misconception!

"If there's nothing else, may I leave now?" Vivienne was quite hungry at the moment, she wanted to eat.

Just as Vivienne was about to leave, Ms. Olivia suddenly remembered something and hurriedly asked, "Ms. Vivienne, could you please ask Mr. James if he could also teach other classes when he has time? Even just one or two lessons would be fine."

"For the next month, Mr. James won't be teaching any other classes. My class has a heavy learning load and every single lesson is fully scheduled."

Vivienne thought for a moment and said, "A month later, once Class Eighteen performs better, I'll arrange it."

"Okay!" Ms. Olivia left happily after getting a clear reply.

On the way back to Tranquil Estates.

Thomas was driving, with Percival and Vivienne in the back seat.

Vivienne was leaning against the car window, her gaze fixed outside. Her hand was tightly clutching her phone, as if she was waiting for some news.

Percival glanced at her and suddenly asked, "Why don't you teach the classes yourself?"

Vivienne was interrupted by his question, "I'm busy."

She was not a superwoman! Although she could teach every subject, from freshman to senior, for the whole class of forty-five students, the time and energy it would consume would be enormous. She could hire the best education team to teach them, so why wear herself out?

Furthermore, she had other things to do at the Cloudcrest.

"What was your mother like?" Percival suddenly changed the topic.

He looked at the coldness in Vivienne's eyes and his lips curled up in a smile, "I'm curious. What kind of person can raise such an outstanding woman like you? I heard your grandmother didn't like your mother because her family was poor?"

Vivienne looked at him silently, her face still cold.

"I also heard that the Hawthorn family's comeback back in the day was all thanks to your mom's perfume recipe. She practically saved the Hawthorns from going under and got them back in the high society of Havenwood. Is that true?" Percival were tapping on the car window ledge casually, like he was talking about something as mundane as the weather.

Up front, Thomas was checking out Vivienne's reaction through the rear-view mirror.

Vivienne stared at him for a good while before leaning in closer. She said it with a bright smile on her face, "Ever heard the saying, 'The more you know, the quicker you die?"

Her face was so close that he could clearly see her smile. But it wasn't a warm one. It carried a chilling atmosphere instead.

Percival gently patted her head with a hint of indulgence in his voice. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

He could smell a faint scent of strawberry cream on her. Maybe that's because she'd been stuffing herself with strawberry cakes recently.

It smelt sweet and delightful.

Vivienne slightly leaned her body, placing one hand behind his neck, her smile even brighter. "Don't worry about it, my mom's pretty easy-going. She won't hurt those who offend her. It's just that her ghost likes to communicate with people."

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