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.

to find

not even bothered with a coat, he draped his

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

on the floor, wailing incessantly, cursing Vivienne as

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

one that did not seem sincere at all. “Would you rather I turn you

moment, she thought she saw the spirits

medical reports, and seeing Heloise making a scene, he dragged her

around, she

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

handed the trench coat back to Percival and took the reports from

that, she entered the

towards Fiona had cooled, she still worried for her, having watched her grow

grandfather and mother, waiting quietly for Vivienne to

Imogen, unsure what to say, simply stood by

hallucination of Vivienne, cowering in

OR, Vivienne donned surgical scrubs and joined the

there

is critical; we don’t have much time,” Calista

took the scalpel, turning her back to Calista,

her eyes shifting between the monitors and Fiona, seemingly unaware of the five people

scalpel in hand,

each holding a rope, trying to loop it around Vivienne from behind. Their plan to restrain her failed miserably

she remained calm, dexterously removing the toxin-infected

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up, Vivienne switched to another instrument,

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