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?"

these symbols in a book

into it at the time. It might take

to get to the bottom of this. It

next move?" Arthur chimed in,

went silent, her gaze shifting to the trays in Arthur's

topped with fried eggs and

faces, paused, then stoically took a bite. Truth be told,

watched her face for any sign of approval. Vivienne ate

himself, Arthur asked, "How's the taste, sweetheart? If it's

gaze urged Vivienne for

traditional meals." Arthur's heart leapt at her

his

of his kitchen experiments, none of which

Disheartened by the missed

he saw

second slice,

red ketchup artfully outlined a strawberry cheesecake, albeit a simplified version. Vivienne separated the strawberry design with her fork, tasting it and said, "Bring it

with his attempt at a traditional breakfast and

poking at a charred mass with her fork. "Is this supposed

sheepishly shook his head, muttering, "It was supposed

"You're just starting out. Keep practicing, and maybe get some tips from the chef. You'll get there!" As Sasha pushed a piece onto Vivienne's plate with a triumphant grin, implying there was no escaping this meal, Vivienne reluctantly took a sip

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

this especially for you. You have to eat

getting the better of her, Vivienne inquired, "So