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.

their surroundings as they followed the woman to a small house with just one visible room and seemingly an empty lot behind it. Without a word,

creaking door, revealing a figure on

the

made no move to turn on the light, prompting Vivienne to

woman didn't comply, so Vivienne flicked the switch

"Ah!"

haze as if covered in a thin veil of gray. The child, seeing strangers, covered himself with the

rushed to embrace

behavior,

Vivienne spoke, "When can we start the treatment? Many

mother persuaded her child

peeked out, only to be shrouded in

your shirt,"

who turned her

en

you want him saved or not? If so, be

fell silent, realizing her child didn't seem worse

the cessation of her

detached demeanor, as if aloof from the

stood, "Master, my part

almost saluted before catching her

the source of

attention wasn't on

a well and a small vegetable garden that oddly thrived amid

en