The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 923

Chapter 923

Sasha leaned on her hand with a smirk, grasping a first aid kit in the other, diligently applying ointment to Vivienne's bruised cheek.

Vivienne's lips, a shade of crimson, curled slightly. "This jacket of mine is barely holding together, might as well let him throw in the towel."

Sasha's brows knitted slightly at the comment, pressing a bit harder with the ointment. Vivienne hissed, "Geez, tough love! Got a husband and forgot your daughter, huh?"

"Zip it, or my hand might 'accidentally' slip, making you yelp in pain," Sasha retorted, pinching Vivienne's chin.

The banter went back and forth between the mother and daughter, with Vivienne occasionally dropping hints about her latest findings.

"Just the other day, I mentioned that case where the woman's heart was harvested. It wasn't an isolated incident; there have been disappearances elsewhere too. Yesterday, Mr. Wolf and I tracked a lead to a small town, and if I'm not mistaken, that place is swarming with snipers."

"What's odd, though, is that when Mr. Wolf and I entered, nobody took a shot at us. Logically, they should've taken us out on sight."

Sasha furrowed her brows, her tone grave, "You and Percival might be carrying something they need."

Vivienne seemed to agree with that theory. But what could it be that they needed?

Shifting gears, Vivienne dipped her finger in a glass of water, sketching symbols she recalled seeing in the town on the dining table.

Each symbol appeared simple yet was difficult to replicate accurately. She managed to draw them roughly on the table.

"Yesterday, during my visit to the town, I stumbled upon these symbols. Mom, do you recognize any of them?"

of recognition crossing her features. "I think I've seen these

it at the time. It might take a while to dig that information

get to the bottom of this. It could help

next move?" Arthur chimed in, entering

went silent, her gaze shifting to the trays in

prepared in front of Vivienne and Sasha. One plate bore thick slices of American toast topped with fried eggs and a generous squirt of ketchup, with

bite. Truth be told, she wasn't much for

her face for any sign of approval. Vivienne

asked, "How's the taste, sweetheart? If it's not good, I'll make it

urged Vivienne for a serious

sigh, Vivienne admitted, "I'm not picky about food. It's alright, but I have a soft spot for traditional meals." Arthur's heart leapt at her response, blurting out, "I made a traditional breakfast too, it's in

his words,

the chaos of his kitchen experiments, none of which turned out

Disheartened by the missed

saw Vivienne

starting on the second slice, her expression changing slightly

a strawberry cheesecake, albeit a simplified version. Vivienne separated the strawberry design with her fork,

the kitchen, returning with his attempt at a

poking at a charred mass with her fork. "Is this supposed to be a sausage gone

shook his head, muttering,

there!" As Sasha pushed a piece onto Vivienne's plate with a triumphant grin, implying there was no escaping this

strained properly. And as for this 'great task', I think it's

this especially for you. You have

inquired, "So