The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 151

Michael and Joseph, although perplexed, followed Beatrice’s instructions, assisting her from her sickbed to visit Arabella.

Arabella was staying on the same floor as Dorian, the sixteenth. They had just arrived outside Arabella’s room when they saw Vivienne slowly approaching from the other end of the corridor.

Percival had been in an accident, so Vivienne hadn’t had the chance to visit Dorian in the hospital the day before. She had finally found the time to do so that afternoon.

Naturally, she saw the Hawthorn family members, but she didn’t give a damn. She passed by Arabella’s room without even a second glance at them.

Arabella also saw Vivienne. She sat disheveled on the bed, watching Vivienne walk past her as if she didn’t exist. Arabella could see arrogance, disdain, and schadenfreude in Vivienne’s calm demeanor.

For some reason, Vivienne’s presence reminded Arabella of the masked woman from that night. The calm expression the masked woman wore as she made an incision in Arabella’s abdomen was eerily reminiscent of Vivienne’s.

It was as if they didn’t see her as a living human being but as an object they could manipulate at will.

“Ahh!” She couldn’t help but scream, shouting in terror and rage, “I’m going to kill them! I’m going to kill them all!”

Not only did the Hawthorns standing at the door get a fright, but so did the entire floor of the hospital.

“Arabella, Arabella, it’s alright now.” Beatrice rushed in to comfort Arabella.

“Granny!” Arabella cried and clung to Beatrice. “The police don’t believe me! Have I endured all this torment for nothing?”

ill. They don’t have the capacity to be held legally responsible.” Michael didn’t show sympathy for Arabella but instead taunted her. “Even if the police did

in fury. She remembered clearly that night when she had called

one who answered her call

her reputation had been ruined due to

nothing. She only sobbed and asked Beatrice, “Granny, what should I do

worry, Granny has a plan.” Beatrice gently stroked Arabella’s hair. With a glint in her eye and a hint of satisfaction in her

as Arabella’s, so he had also heard her scream. At that moment, Cordelia was feeding him

nurse changing the IV drip nearby muttered, “She should be transferred to the psychiatric ward. Her constant

her spooning, then continued as if

darkened when he heard Arabella’s scream, but he remained

in the room was silent and tense when Vivienne

Dorian immediately brightened

are you feeling

given Dorian a life-saving pill. His internal injuries had healed, but the external ones

had endured made it hard to

able to leave the hospital

watching as

Vivienne asked Dorian, “Mr. Hawthorn, did my

perfume formula.” Dorian replied with a flicker in

press him any further, but she had a feeling

the room was pushed open. Vivienne and Dorian thought it was Cordelia returning, but when they looked up, they saw Beatrice’s gloomy face

face darkened

laugh. “I’ve been hospitalized for so long,

have you ever asked after me while I’ve been hospitalized?” Dorian

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forget? Why would you

me