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.”

if catching the hidden meaning in her words.

Twenty minutes later.

arrived at the hospital to

a coat, he draped his trench

with a soft, playful smile as

incessantly, cursing Vivienne as the cause of all

Heloise charged at her. “What are you doing here, you little wretch? Come to gloat over my daughter, have you? Let me

deeper smile, one that did not seem sincere at all. “Would you rather

to the floor, trembling. For a moment, she thought she saw the spirits of the dead clinging to

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

Heloise around, she was nothing

mad. The hospital has agreed to let you into the OR. Fiona’s

Percival and took the reports from

she entered the operating

feelings towards Fiona had cooled,

his grandfather and mother,

Imogen, unsure what to say, simply stood by his

was still shaken by her hallucination of

OR, Vivienne donned surgical scrubs and

there were

for you. Ms. Fiona is critical; we

to Calista, and began the

shifting between the monitors and Fiona, seemingly unaware of the

scalpel in hand, Calista looked menacingly at her

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

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

the two closest to Vivienne collapsed, blood spewing from their

looking up, Vivienne switched to another

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