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 in her words. But he said no more and hung

Twenty minutes later.

to find Percival waiting by

even bothered with a coat, he draped his trench coat over her shoulders.

a soft, playful smile as she and Percival made their way to the

incessantly, cursing Vivienne as the cause

over my daughter, have you? Let me tell you,

deeper smile, one that did not seem

she thought she saw

a scene, he dragged her away. “Heloise, stay out of

she was nothing

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

back to Percival and took the reports from Flynn.

entered the

feelings towards Fiona had cooled, she still worried for her, having

beside his grandfather and mother,

and Imogen, unsure what to say, simply stood by

her hallucination of Vivienne, cowering in the

OR, Vivienne donned surgical scrubs

there

Fiona is critical; we

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

eyes shifting between the monitors and Fiona, seemingly unaware of

with a scalpel in hand, Calista looked menacingly at her

behind. Their plan to restrain her failed miserably as the ropes they had knotted snapped. Taken by surprise, they stumbled

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

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Vivienne switched to another instrument,

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