The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 12

the following days, Dorian sent out resumes online everywhere, but no company was willing to hire him. All because he was Beatrice’s son.

Dorian was greatly discouraged and had been feeling down for the past few days.

Meanwhile, Vivienne had been shuttling back and forth to the Hospital treating Isolde

After several days of treatment, coupled with her medication, Isolde’s health improved significantly

After the treatment, she packed up her acupuncture kit and said to Isolde, “Starting tomorrow, we’re ditching the needles and using cintments. This is the crucial part, it might hurt like hell, and we do not have painkillers. You gotta tough it out.”

Isolde bit her lip and gave a solemn nod, Vivienne, don’t you worry, I can handle it.”

To avoid worrying the people who cared about her, she would endure the pain no matter how intense it was.

Vivienne gave a nod, then turned to Eartha, Whip up some light food for her in the morning, and make sure she’s downing plenty of water

“Alright.” Eartha didn’t quite get why she agreed so easily to help Vivienne treat Isolde, and even cover it up from Percival. But over these few days, she had seen Isolde’s condition getting better.

Maybe Vivienne really could cure Isolde.

After giving her instructions, Vivienne took off.

Half an hour later, Percival, Thomas, and Leopold returned. Isolde was by the window watching cartoons.

“You’re back?” Isolde looked up at Percival, her voice full of delight.

Percival pushed the wheelchair over and gently touched her head, “How’re you feeling today?”

Feeling great, I think I’ll be back to normal in no time.” Isolde blinked and said with a smile.

brother about Vivienne treating her. But she had promised Vivienne not to tell

spirits, Percival felt a lot more at ease. He was silent for a moment, then said to Thomas, “Go

“It’s too noisy here, not good for your rest. Even though it was a VIP ward, it was still a hospital, and not quiet

and grabbed his arm, pouting, “Can

Vivienne wouldn’t

locked at Isolde, his slender fingers drumming on the edge of the wheelchair, as if pondering something.

Isolde smiled

door of the ward, he asked in a low voice, “Why does Isolde suddenly want to stay in the hospital?

even hated Bruce who treated her. She usually wouldn’t cooperate if

“She keeps

should be able to accept this answer,

of Vivienne, if she was

also the young lady of the Hawthorn family. Could it really be

gathered his thoughts, and looked up at Eartha, “Do you remember what Ms. Hawthorn looks

He couldn’t know this. Ms. Vivienne just said

hurriedly

was silent for a moment, nodded, and didn’t ask

ward, Leopold glanced at Percival, “Mr. Ellington, why didn’t you ask Arabella to treat Isolde when we were at the Hawthorn family’s house the other

one could match the medical skills of Mystic Mistress, but Isolde’s condition was serious, and she might only have a

life was also

narrow eyes and said softly, “Are you sure

aback, then said, “Who else could it be, apart from Arabella?”

his eyes and said lightly, “Mr. Sterling, the Hawthorn

that possible? Hasn’t she been living in the countryside? I heard

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were all

him a sidelong glance, then took out his phone from his pocket, found the call Vivienne made to him that day, and

Tranquil Estates.