The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Vivienne paid little attention to the idle chatter as she completed a series of checks on Karen before they entered the operating room together.

Inside the pristine OR, Karen was hooked up to a plethora of monitors, all vital signs stable and within normal range.

Lying on the operating table, Karen looked up at her daughter and whispered, “Frost, I’m counting on you.”

For Vivienne, there was no turning back now. All hesitation and concern had evaporated the moment they prepped for surgery. All that remained was her unwavering resolve to see her mother healed.

She hugged her mother gently, whispering into her ear, much like Karen had done to soothe her to sleep when she was little.

“Mom, just take a nice long nap, and when you wake up, we’ll go out for some hearty beef stew.”

As the operating lights brightened, Brody stood outside, monitoring Karen’s condition in real time with precision.

Percival sat rigidly outside, his expression betraying nothing of the turmoil within. Only he knew the depths of his unease—not just for his mentor’s condition but for the weight on Vivienne’s shoulders.

Outside YQ Research Center, Willa kept vigil by the door, perched on her motorcycle, clutching the ingredients for Karen’s favorite beef stew.

A gentle breeze toyed with her long hair, veiling half her face—a portrait of stoic concern.

Back at the Perez Mansion, Maddox was in the yard, building and toppling towers of blocks with Natalia and Yasmine, locked in a cycle of creation and collapse.

In the study, Jasper poured over an album filled with photos of Karen up to the age of ten. It was a thick tome, about eight inches deep, with many gaps representing the thirty-plus years Karen had been away from the Perez family, only to be filled with abundant life snapshots upon her return.

As he flipped through the pages, Jasper’s silent prayers weaved through the air.

A day and night passed. Percival’s back was soaked with sweat, dried, and then soaked again. The stew ingredients in Willa’s grasp had lost their appeal, the blocks gleamed from Maddox’s handling, and Jasper, unable to sleep, remained with the album clutched to his chest.

a bead of blood from Karen’s face. She pressed the button to signal the end of the surgery, and Brody was the first to

she? Everything looks normal, no rejection when the ST-1 was

but

forward, his gaze

moved Karen to the

gone well, with

was settled in the ICU, Vivienne finally removed her mask and called

success. When my mom wakes

well. Karen’s brain had been skillfully repaired, and her body

plunging her mother into a deep coma—locked away in a space all her own, as if trapped within a

could awaken soon, it would mean triumph

The lab’s

ruffling her hair affectionately. “You’ve done

to a high-level ICU, with members of the Nine

herself,

nod, as cool and laconic as Vivienne

Willa’s awkwardness even with Natalia and Yasmine being born in front of

was just as

her body stiffen before slowly relaxing

shared a smile that spoke of a deep, instant

them space. In moments like these, he thought, whether Vivienne or Karen or Willa,

of the room, Percival’s phone rang—it

been hijacked by Gillian. They’re on the move as we speak, and the agency only just got wind of it!”Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated