The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 9

Vivienne returned to her own bedroom and walked to the window, her expression extremely serious. She thought about the little girl she had just saved at the entrance of the mall, her brow furrowed tightly.

She had spotted it instantly. The girl was poisoned, and not just by any poison but a potent one concocted by her own mother that could mutilate the face if it took effect. Before her mom passed, someone had come to snatch the formula for the poison. It had taken her years to figure out the antidote.

Vivienne tapped her fingers lightly against the window sill, deep in thought. Time was running out for the girl. Who in the world took the poison formula, and why on earth would they poison a kid?

Vivienne ceased her tapping, pulled out her phone and dialed Matthew.

“Can you check if any hospital admitted a five–year–old girl with sores all over her face today?”

Matthew responded with a quick “okay” and hung up. Vivienne leaned against the window with her phone in hand, waiting quietly. About half an hour later, Matthew called back, “Found her. She’s in the VIP ward in Havenwood Hospital’s internal medicine department.”

“Alright, got it.”

Two days later.

Vivienne arrived at Havenwood Hospital. As she got out of the cab and walked into the hospital, a black sedan zoomed past her.

Inside the car, Percival caught sight of Vivienne in the rear–view mirror. His eyes narrowed instantly, “Stop the car.”

Thomas hit the brakes hard, sending everyone lurching forward. He turned to ask, “What’s up, Mr. Ellington?”

Percival didn’t answer. He didn’t even wait for Thomas to help him with his wheelchair. He just opened the car door and got out. He scanned the crowd, for the figure he saw earlier but couldn’t find her.

Leopold got out of the car and walked up to him, asking, “What’s going on?”

Percival withdrew his gaze, “Nothing, let’s go.”

the other side.

VIP ward. She stood at the ward door, looking at the little

better after taking her medicine. Vivienne rested her hand on the doorknob, debating whether to

of the little girl’s bright, clear eyes gave

Vivienne’s hand, feeling very delighted. She’d caught a glimpse of someone outside the ward who resembled the lady who’d saved her, so she

into Isolde’s clear eyes. Her heart was inexplicably softened. She gave

to see me,” Isolde said excitedly, tugging at Vivienne’s

was pulled along by her, unconsciously

see Vivienne, “Ms.

came to take care of some things and saw you guys here, so I

Vivienne a glass of water, “Please, have a

Isolde, “I’m

smiling,

obedient demeanor left Eartha stunned. Because Isolde always hated it when doctors examined her. She’d only behave a little when Percival was around, but as soon as he left, no one could touch her. Yet now, she was voluntarily extending her hand to Ms. Hawthorn, so well–behaved it was unbelievable.

knowledge she possessed to check her pulse. After a moment, Vivienne’s brow furrowed deeply and her complexion grew

infiltrated her organs. Some of the toxins had been cleared, but her

of worry, “Is our

together. She reached out to stroke Isolde’s head, speaking softly, “I can cure your disease, but it might be a little painful.

up. “Can my face go back to the way it was?”

“Yes.”

“As long as you’re here, I’m not

You can’t tell anyone I’m treating you, not even your family.”

thought: Better play it

Chapter 9

patted her chest

turned to Eartha, “And

a little troubled. She was just a nanny,