The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 1103

Chapter 1103

With a "beep" through her earbuds, a smirk played on Vivienne's lips.

"Looks like someone's getting impatient."

No sooner had Vivienne spoken than her account pinged with a deposit. The next moment, a deep voice from the village chief echoed from outside the door.

"I've transferred the money as you requested. From today, you'll start treating the folks of our village."

Vivienne didn't rush to reply, waiting instead for a nod from Logan. "We'll start making house calls from today. No need to worry."

A fleeting look of resentment flashed in the village chief's eyes before he cast a venomous glance at the firmly shut door and stormed off.

Vivienne and Logan quickly got ready and headed outside.

As they began at the edge of the village, word of Vivienne's healing from the day before had already spread, making her a beacon of hope to many.

Even before she could approach, a woman, her face swollen from crying, knelt at Vivienne's feet.

"Please, I beg of you, save my child. He's barely breathing, and I don't know what to do. Please, have mercy and help us."

The village remained shrouded in mist, the woman's cries adding to the somber mood.

Vivienne frowned, "Get up and show us what's wrong."

The woman scrambled to her feet, frequently looking back as if fearing Vivienne might change her mind.

small house with just one visible room and

door, revealing a figure

out the faint breathing of the person

made no move to turn on the light, prompting Vivienne to command, "Turn

didn't comply, so Vivienne

"Ah!"

room as the child on the bed slowly opened his eyes, revealing a cloudy haze

rushed to embrace him,

by the family's behavior, looked

"When can we start the treatment? Many

the mother persuaded her child to come out

peeked out, only to be shrouded in

and undo your shirt," Vivienne said

blood, shocking his mother who turned her fear into anger at Vivienne, threatening

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you want him saved or not? If

realizing her child

at the cessation of

maintained her detached demeanor, as if

stood, "Master, my part is done. It's up

cue, almost saluted before catching

the source

wasn't on her, providing a

straight for the backyard contrary to her expectations, finding nothing but a well and a small

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