The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 482

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.”

the hidden meaning in her

Twenty minutes later.

the hospital to find Percival waiting by

even bothered with a coat, he draped his

playful smile as she and Percival made their way to the surgical

incessantly, cursing Vivienne as

to gloat over my daughter, have you? Let me tell you, if anything happens to her, I’ll make sure you

did not seem sincere at all. “Would you rather I turn you into a ghost

moment, she thought she saw

reports, and seeing Heloise making a scene, he dragged her away. “Heloise, stay out of Fiona’s business from now

Heloise around, she was nothing but

“Don’t take it to heart, Vivienne. Heloise’s gone a bit mad. The

Percival and took the

entered the

had cooled, she still worried for her, having watched her

sat beside his grandfather and mother, waiting quietly for Vivienne

paced nervously, and Imogen, unsure what to say, simply stood by

her hallucination of

surgical scrubs and

there were

waiting for you. Ms. Fiona is critical; we don’t have much time,” Calista handed Vivienne a scalpel. “Let’s

back to Calista, and

eyes shifting between the monitors and Fiona,

a scalpel in hand, Calista looked

Vivienne from behind. Their plan to restrain her failed miserably as

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

collapsed, blood spewing from their mouths.Books

to

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