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 other end as if catching the hidden

Twenty minutes later.

the hospital to find Percival waiting by

with a coat, he draped

Flynn called. How could I not hurry?” Vivienne said with a soft, playful smile as she and Percival made their way to the surgical

the floor, wailing incessantly, cursing Vivienne as

you doing here, you little wretch? Come to gloat over my daughter, have you? Let me

smile, one that did not seem

the floor, trembling. For a moment, she thought she saw

and seeing Heloise making a scene, he dragged

around, she was nothing but

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

coat back to Percival and took

entered the operating

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

mother, waiting

Imogen, unsure what to

was still shaken by her hallucination of

surgical scrubs

Calista, there

Ellington, we’ve been waiting for you. Ms. Fiona is critical; we don’t

scalpel, turning her back to Calista, and began the operation on

between the monitors and Fiona,

in hand, Calista looked menacingly at

to restrain her failed miserably as the ropes they

others lunged at Vivienne with their scalpels, but she remained

blood spewing from their mouths.Books Chapters Are

up, Vivienne switched to another instrument, moving

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