Vivienne was taken aback.

This was something she had not anticipated.

When she had left the Ellington estate, everything seemed fine.

Fiona had been the picture of health, her cheeks flushed with life, showing no signs of organ failure.

“I reckon someone will give you a call,” Percival spoke through sobs, which Vivienne guessed belonged to Heloise.

Vivienne reassured him calmly, “Don’t worry.”

With a brief acknowledgment, they ended the call.

Vivienne lay on her bed, but her phone buzzed to life before long.

It was Flynn.

“Vivienne, it’s Flynn, Percival’s uncle. I hate to bother you this late, but could you come to the hospital? It’s Fiona… She’s on her last legs.”

Vivienne raised an eyebrow, a lazy smirk playing on her lips as she rested a hand on her temple. “What’s the trouble?”

“Fiona’s got complete organ failure. The family told me it was you who brought my dad back from the brink. Could you please come and work your magic on Fiona? Let bygones be bygones and help us save her, will you?”

Hearing Flynn’s choked-up voice, Vivienne’s smile widened. “Alright! I’m on my way.”

Flynn exhaled a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Vivienne, thank you.”

Vivienne chuckled, “No sweat. You’re Mr. Wolf’s most respected uncle.”

hidden meaning

Twenty minutes later.

arrived at the hospital to find Percival

had not even bothered with a coat, he draped his trench coat

playful smile

was still on the floor, wailing incessantly, cursing Vivienne as the cause of all

daughter, have you? Let

looked down at Heloise with a deeper smile, one that did not seem sincere at all. “Would you rather I turn you

a moment, she thought she saw the spirits of

he dragged her away. “Heloise,

she was

a bit mad. The hospital has agreed to let you into the OR. Fiona’s

the trench coat back to Percival and took the reports

she entered

was by Richard’s side. Although her feelings towards Fiona had

sat beside his grandfather and mother, waiting quietly for Vivienne

paced nervously, and Imogen, unsure what to

hallucination of Vivienne, cowering

the OR, Vivienne donned surgical

Calista, there were

critical; we

scalpel, turning her back to Calista, and began the

monitors and Fiona,

behind Vivienne with a scalpel in hand,

two others, each holding a rope, trying to loop it around Vivienne from behind. Their plan to restrain her failed miserably as the ropes they had knotted snapped. Taken

Vivienne with their scalpels, but she remained calm, dexterously removing the toxin-infected parts from

from their

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