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.

house with just one

the creaking door, revealing a figure

Vivienne could just make out the

move to turn on the light, prompting Vivienne

comply, so Vivienne flicked the switch

"Ah!"

scream filled the room as the child on the bed slowly opened his eyes, revealing a cloudy haze as if covered in a thin veil of gray. The child,

mother rushed to

puzzled by the family's behavior, looked to Vivienne for

the child calmed, Vivienne spoke, "When can we start the

her child to

out, only to be shrouded

undo your shirt," Vivienne said

suddenly coughed up blood, shocking his mother who turned her fear into anger at Vivienne, threatening her if anything were wrong

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saved

realizing her child didn't seem worse for

at the cessation of

detached demeanor, as if aloof from

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

almost saluted before catching

the

the woman's attention wasn't on her,

finding nothing but a well and a small vegetable garden that oddly thrived amid the

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