The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Hayden was about to ask another question when Nancy cut him off.

“Eliza, Mom sure did not waste her affection on you. We’re all in awe to think you’d give up your shares so selflessly. Don’t worry, as long as there’s bread on our table, there will be a seat for you,” Nancy praised with a hint of insincerity, masking her eagerness for Eliza to relinquish all her shares and get Wendy the medical attention she needed.

To Nancy, it mattered little if Wendy got better or not as long as Eliza did not get her hands on the money.

The second branch had always been treated like the stepchild, overshadowed by the prestigious first branch and Eliza, the darling with Wendy’s favor. At least when Cecilia was around, she diverted some attention, but since she stopped visiting, the second branch had become even more neglected.

Now, with the family matriarch indisposed, Nancy had no intention of letting Hayden dip into the funds. Those were better saved for her own children.

Eliza merely smiled, keenly aware of Nancy’s thoughts. But it did not matter. With the control of the Ashford family’s wealth firmly in her grasp, once the Specter Healer cured her mother, and the Boyd family shares were hers, would both branches not have to dance to her tune?

After all, her ultimate goal was to use the Boyd and Ashford resources to obtain the Ellington Group.

As the butler wheeled out Wendy, the other Boyds settled on the couches, anxiously awaiting the Specter Healer’s arrival.

Two hours ticked by with no sign of him, causing Theodore to grow impatient. “Eliza, is this guy reliable or what? Did you actually transfer the shares, or did he bail?”

“No, that can’t be it,” Eliza frowned, feeling a stir of doubt, too. She had wired an astronomical sum and arranged everything with the Frostfire Intelligence Agency. The Specter Healer had no reason to stand them up.

“Eliza, show me the transfer papers. Don’t tell me you’ve been conned,” Teresa eyed her suspiciously.

Eliza cleared her throat. “Teresa, the Specter Healer is a man of his word. Perhaps he’s just running late due to some inconvenience of his old age. Don’t worry.”

“I just don’t want you to be…”

“Enough. You weren’t this concerned when it was time to fork the money. Eliza’s no fool. Everyone zip it.” Wendy cut Teresa off mid-sentence.

Just then, the Boyd family’s front door swung open, and the butler rushed to greet the new arrival. A collective sigh of relief filled the room – the Specter Healer had finally come.

But their expressions went from surprise to disappointment when they saw who it was.

“Why are you here?” Eliza asked in astonishment.

Vivienne, arm in arm with Percival, holding a bag, smirked. “Didn’t you invite me?”

Still fuming over Vivienne’s actions aboard the yacht, Mara scowled at her, her bruised face aching even more from the expression.

invite you here. You’re bad luck. Because of you, my grandma got hurt. Get out!” Mara

out too, “Percival,

them either. “Percival, the Boyds have important matters today. Please leave, and we’ll discuss

raised an eyebrow, “Are you sure you

Today is really not the

“Vivienne, it seems like my grandmother

family members were taken aback and

the Specter Healer and that

and spoke seriously, “You’ve paid a fortune

then Huxley piped

nodded, somewhat surprised that the quietest member of the family had

silence followed, then

are you

Specter Healer? I suggest you get your head checked.

her bag, revealing an array of medical tools. With a simple gesture, Margot

wait, my voice…

moment, Margot hardly resembled an ordinary girl;

Merlin himself? I’m just making your dreams

household as everyone

it be that she was actually the

the head of the Frostfire Intelligence Agency. “Hello, I was wondering, has the Specter

is Vivienne Hawthorn. You

was on speaker, and the faces of the Boyd family members

nearly bulged out of

wildest dreams had they imagined that

it

design, fashion, and even hacking? With all those skills, how

she

“How… how could you possibly reattach my hand? Are you trying

to reattach Wendy’s bones. “I have a code of ethics. After taking your 800 billion dollars, I will, of course, heal your

the epitome of honor; taking

Wendy was speechless.

right, like I’d

fleeing, but how