The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

After successfully convincing Faye, Vivienne took the diagnostic and medicine fees paid by Bertha and

left.

Clara followed closely behind.

"Vivienne, it's lunchtime. How about treat you to a meal?" " Clara said.

Before Vivienne could respond, Clara continued, "I've been wanting to treat you for a meal. You've

always been busy. If I don't do it now, I'll feel guilty."

"Clara, I'm sorry, I can't have lunch with you today. I've already informed my nanny to prepare my

meal," Vivienne replied.

Clara looked disappointed, but Vivienne suddenly suggested, "If you don't mind, you can come to my

place for lunch. We have many people at home, and the atmosphere is pleasant."

Including the Ellington family of four, occasionally Leopold, and members of the Hawthorn family, there

were at least nine people at every meal.

"I can come?" Clara's eyes lit up.

She found her days boring, and she got along well with Vivienne. The location of the meal didn't matter

as long as she had company.

"Of course," Vivienne said with a smile. "Clara, would you like to come with us, or should you have the

driver drop you off?"

She noticed a private car not far away. It belonged to the Redwood family; she had seen it at the

hospital before.

Clara then noticed Percival. "Who is he?" she asked.

"He's my fiancé, Percival."

"Oh, he's the one from the Ellington family who is..." Clara was about to say "useless," but she hurriedly

swallowed the words.

Percival smiled politely and greeted her, "Hello, Clara."

"Hello," Clara replied. Her gaze fell on Percival's legs, and she immediately understood.

Vivienne was skilled, and perhaps curing a disabled person was possible, but Clara didn't ask further.

"I'll go with you guys," Clara said and got into Percival's car.

After Vivienne and the others left the Baker family, Faye walked out of the room. Although she wasn't

used to the bright light yet, she felt much better.

Faye went to the living room and said to Bertha and Doreen, "Grandma, Mom, I'm sorry for worrying

you. I'll cooperate actively with the treatment from now on. Even if I can't be cured, I won't immerse

myself in pain anymore."

Bertha said excitedly, "Good! This is my good granddaughter! That Ms. Vivienne is truly capable. Your

mother couldn't help you recover all this time, but she managed to get you out in just a few words."

Faye smiled, her face marred by scars making her smile seem a bit grotesque. "Talking to Ms. Vivienne

made me feel confident. What she said is true; my ugliness isn't my face but my soul. Hiding is what

weak people do. I am the granddaughter of the Baker family and the daughter of the Churchill family. I

excel academically and have many qualities others can't match. That's my advantage. I can't waste my

potential. I must pull myself together. Only when I perform exceptionally well will those mocking voices

disappear. They can only look up to me."

"Yes! You're right!" Bertha agreed. "That's how it should be. Even if the facial injuries can't be cured, we NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

need to show those people that my granddaughter isn't someone to be bullied."

Faye nodded, then turned to Doreen, "Mom, can you accompany me to the bookstore? I need to buy

books; I want to start studying."

Doreen was taken aback, "Go out now? But you..."

"I can walk out of the room now, and I'm mentally prepared. Maybe I won't be able to overcome the

strange stares at first, but I'll overcome it slowly. I have to study while receiving treatment."

Doreen seemed to see the confident Faye of the past. She nodded, "Okay, but not now. I need to go to

the Hawthorn family to settle things with Arabella Hawthorn."

Since Arabella lied to her, she should pay the price.

"If it's about Arabella, it's not urgent," Bertha said. "Faye's matter is the most important. Let's go buy the

books first. Also, I heard that Class Eighteen of Cloudcrest High School has a new homeroom teacher

who's very capable. She managed to control those mischievous students in just one day. Besides, she

invited Mr. James' team specifically for Class Eighteen's courses. Such educational resources are

unmatched even by Faye's current school. I'm thinking, why not transfer her to Class Eighteen? With

Faye's excellence and Mr. James' teaching, getting into Elite University shouldn't be a problem."

This time, Doreen didn't voice any objections. "I'll listen to you."

The last time she didn't listen to Bertha, she almost got her daughter killed. Some things, it's better to

listen to her mother.

"I'll listen to Grandma," Faye had heard about Mr. James. Studying under him was something she was

willing to do.

"Alright, I'll contact them and arrange for Faye's transfer," Bertha decided.

Faye changed into comfortable sportswear and left with Doreen.

They went to a bookstore in the city.

On this visit to Havenwood, she was so disheartened that she had brought no books with her. So now,

she had to buy all her study materials again, including various exercise books.

As they entered the bookstore, people began whispering and pointing fingers at her.

Faye was mentally prepared, but being openly judged made her feel a bit apprehensive. However,

remembering Vivienne's words, she lifted her head, met their stares, and walked forward confidently.

After a few steps, she heard someone say, "She's really ugly! How can someone like her dare to go

out?"

"Yeah, coming out even pollutes my eyes. She's not just ugly; if I were her, I'd just die to spare others

from seeing this."

The speakers were two girls about Faye's age, their faces sharp with sarcasm, speaking loudly as if

they wanted to make sure Faye heard them.

After they finished, many people around turned their gaze toward Faye.

Doreen was furious and wanted to scold those two, but Faye stopped her. "Mom, let me handle this."

Faye approached the two girls and said earnestly, "I might not be pretty, but your mindset is more

heartbreaking. I may not be beautiful, but I've never harmed anyone. Yet you attack others with such

vicious words. If I can't endure it and end my life because of your words, you'll be the murderers. You

hurt people. Do you have a conscience?"

"What's wrong with you? When did we hurt anyone?" one of the girls retorted angrily.

"Even though you haven't physically hurt anyone, your words are even more terrifying. Your minds are

filthy. You're the twisted ones, not me," Faye calmly stated. "You're mentally polluted, making others

just as twisted when they look at you."

After she finished, Faye turned to the other girl. "You said earlier that if you looked like me, you'd rather

die. Do you have no humanity? Our bodies are gifts from our parents. Have you ever considered your

parents' feelings? I might not be pretty, but I won't die. I'll live well. Your malicious words can't hurt me.

Because you will never be better than me!"

Although she had thought about ending her own life, Faye wouldn't anymore.

Faye finished speaking and left the two frustrated girls behind, walking away with Doreen.