The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Standing outside the door, Vivienne spoke in a detached tone, "How are you feeling?"

The place wasn't far from her research facility, one of the many ventures under her belt.

Bringing Colin here served a dual purpose: one, to better understand and neutralize the poison coursing through his veins; and two, because Declan, still useful for now, would not hesitate for a second to exploit dark magic to end Colin's life if he discovered his whereabouts.

Colin, with a bitter smile, looked down, "Ms. Hawthorn, you're well aware of my condition. Attempting any treatment on me is futile, a mere waste of your time."

Vivienne frowned. She had little patience for those who gave up on themselves before she even had a chance to weigh in.

Walking over to a table, she extracted a pack of silver needles from her coat but didn't rush to open it. "I'm the doctor here. Whether or not you can be cured is for me to decide, not you. I'm pressed for time, so you have a minute to consider your options."

"Of course, I can't guarantee a complete recovery, but for now, I can at least save your life."

After saying this, Vivienne fell silent, only watching Colin, who stood bathed in backlight by the door.

The sheer force of Vivienne's presence overwhelmed Colin. After all, eyes don't lie.

Vivienne was offering him help.

Thinking of Winston, waiting outside, Colin realized he was perhaps too pessimistic. He indeed couldn't afford to wallow in self-pity.

Within ten seconds, Colin had his answer, "Ms. Hawthorn, I'll accept your treatment."

Vivienne nodded, "Come here."

After checking his pulse, Vivienne instructed Colin to remove his shirt; she needed to block certain points near his heart with the silver needles to prevent the poison from causing an immediate death. In her eyes, there was no room for embarrassment or hesitation in the face of medical necessity.

However, the sight of numerous scars covering the intended areas for needle insertion made her frown, not out of disgust, but because it complicated the procedure.

Colin mistook her reaction, asking softly, "Did I frighten you?"

Without changing her expression, Vivienne turned to grab her needles, "I prefer not to be disturbed while I'm working."

Taken aback, Colin remained silent.

The treatment required the needles to be left in for a while.

to wash her hands, Vivienne noticed some books

upon removing the needles, Colin's face was as pale

had to reach the Dorian residence by noon, as Mr. Wolf was away, and

particularly missing Cordelia's home-cooked

to leave, Colin, clutching his chest,

and turned,

managing to speak, Colin inquired,

about him being left unattended after your incident, the Linklaters will take care

deeply inhaling before sincerely

thanking

not decided to seek me out, the Wright family would

cut him off, "Only Robbie and Brianna remain. One's drowning in debt and desperation for money; the other's lost

stepping out,

Hawthorn!" He had something

approached him, "I'm giving you one last minute. Say everything you

the first time, Colin saw her visibly upset but proceeded to share everything

because he possessed something

narrowed, "What was

his head, "I'm not

were always secretive. But I suspect it's still with the Wright family; otherwise, Robbie wouldn't have desperately

didn't press further,

Colin to

faintly, hoping his information would be of

the clinic, Vivienne dialed Draven, instructing him to discreetly surround the Wright

was something there that Abigail coveted, she

Vivienne's main objective, not the

was after

already one o'clock in the

way, just

fine.

the door, Cordelia promptly came to

nodded, "Got held up by something around