The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 8

At the entrance of the mall.

Seeing Vivienne being stubborn, Arabella angrily walked off with the two girls next to her. She definitely didn’t want to get in trouble because of Vivienne.

After Vivienne gave the little girl an injection, her breathing gradually became steady. Just then, the ambulance arrived at the scene. She removed the silver needles from the girl’s body and placed them in a needle box. She then reassured the middle–aged woman, “She’s out of danger for now, but she still needs to be taken to the hospital for further treatment.”

After saying that, Vivienne stood up to leave.

“I’m from the Hawthorn family.” She dropped this line before she turned and left.

When Percival and his group arrived, they just caught a glimpse of Vivienne’s retreating figure. This time, he was in a wheelchair, being pushed by Thomas. Percival watched Vivienne’s back, feeling a sense of familiarity. Before he could think more about it, Leopold had already reached Isolde and asked, “Isolde, how are you doing?”

Isolde gave him a weak smile. “Leopold, I’m fine. A lady just saved me. She was amazing.”

Isolde was still semi–conscious when Vivienne first arrived.

“A lady?” Leopold was a bit puzzled.

“Yes, a beautiful lady. She gave me a pill and I felt better. And…” Isolde’s voice grew excited. “She used a few needles on me. It was a bit painful but I felt so much better.”

Leopold was taken aback, then laughed, “Well, she can’t be better than Mystic Mistress.” In his heart, Mystic Mistress was unrivaled.

Percival glanced back at the figure disappearing into the distance, deep in thought.

“I’m sorry. I got you worried.” Seeing Percival’s silence, Isolde thought he was angry and cautiously apologized.

vanished. He gently patted Isolde’s head, his voice gentle, “Let’s go to the hospital first.”

VIP ward of the hospital.

room, his handsome face filled with excitement. “Mr. Ellington, good news, the toxins in Isolde’s body have been reduced by more than

her condition. He had also come to Havenwood with Isolde, but Isolde, due to her insecurities about her appearance, tended to

up from his seat, staring at Bruce in disbelief. “Are

showed a hint of

the pus–filled boil near Isolde’s eye has also disappeared.” Hearing this, Leopold’s eyes widened. “The boil is gone? Are you kidding?”

At the age of two, Isolde was poisoned, which caused many boils and sores to appear on her face. The poison was so strong that even after three years of continued medical investigation, they still couldn’t identify what the toxin was. Let alone control its spread. In fact, if they couldn’t find an antidote, Isolde might not survive

found this deeply troubling. Few knew that he should have been the one poisoned, but his sister had taken the blow for

about something like this?” Bruce retorted. “I’ve double-checked. The toxins in her body have

Percival, asking excitedly, “Mr. Ellington, which doctor did you

studying medicine since he was young and was one of the few medical prodigies of his time, but he was helpless when it came to Isolde’s condition. This was a huge blow to him, so hearing that someone was

at Isolde, then asked Eartha, “Did the person

Eartha replied, “She only said she was from the Hawthorn family. I didn’t get the

the Hawthorn family?” Leopold pondered for a moment, then said, “The only Hawthorn

heard Arabella has been studying medicine with Dr. William, and she’s very beautiful too. That aligns with Isolde’s description.”

Percival said nothing.

up to him, joking, “Mr. Ellington, why don’t you make use of your good

up at him, then smacked him

on. Since he had agreed to call off the engagement, there was no turning back. He was silent for a moment, then said, “Thomas, prepare some gifts to send to the Hawthorn family’s house. Say they’re from

he should go in person. But he thought the lady from the Hawthorn family might not want to see

At Tranquil Estates.

expressions carrying a hint of tension. Vivienne poured a glass

Chapter 8

immediately stood up and grabbed her arm, saying