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.”

other end as if catching the hidden meaning in her words. But he said no more and hung

Twenty minutes later.

to find

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

soft, playful smile as she and Percival made their

wailing incessantly, cursing Vivienne as the

gloat over my daughter, have you? Let me tell you, if anything happens to her, I’ll make sure you pay. Even after I become a ghost, I’ll haunt you

with a deeper smile, one that did not seem

For a moment, she thought

he dragged her away. “Heloise,

around, she was

saying, “Don’t take it to heart, Vivienne. Heloise’s gone a bit mad. The hospital has agreed to let you into the OR. Fiona’s personal physician, Sienna,

Percival and

she entered the operating

by Richard’s side. Although her feelings towards Fiona had cooled, she still

and mother, waiting quietly for Vivienne

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

shaken by her hallucination of Vivienne, cowering

surgical

there were

for you. Ms. Fiona is critical; we don’t have much time,”

scalpel, turning her back to Calista,

between the monitors and Fiona, seemingly unaware of the five people

a scalpel in hand, Calista

around Vivienne from behind. Their plan to restrain her failed miserably as the ropes they had knotted

lunged at Vivienne with their scalpels, but she remained calm, dexterously removing the

instant, the two closest to Vivienne collapsed, blood spewing from their

to another instrument, moving to Fiona’s

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