The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 1107

With a loud crash, the bowl of medicine shattered on the floor, its pieces scattering everywhere, some even splashing onto Sebastian's trouser leg.

The person who had brought the medicine stood frozen in place, witnessing for the first time Sebastian's temper shattering something.

Mrs. Thompson, Mayor Thompson's wife, stepped out at just the right moment. "Clean this mess up. What's the matter with you? Haven't I told the apothecary not to send any more medicine for Sebastian? Why did you bring it here?" "Please forgive me, ma'am! I was unaware of this!" The servant pleaded, kneeling on the ground.

Mrs. Thompson's gaze lingered on Sebastian for a moment before she approached him with a smile, "Sebastian, how would you like to handle this?" Sebastian looked at the woman with disdain, "He's worthless. What use is there in keeping someone around who can't even handle a simple task?" With that, Sebastian stood up and walked out, his hasty departure radiating contempt.

Seeing this, Mrs. Thompson snapped out of her thoughts, "Clean this up and go about your business. Don't loiter around him."

"Yes, ma'am," the kneeling figure stood up, the tears from moments ago as if never shed.

The living room quickly returned to its usual state.

When Mrs. Thompson reached the front gate of the Gregg household, she saw a figure flying out of the doorway-it was Gregg himself.

"Mrs... Mrs. Thompson," Gregg managed to speak weakly, the blood trickling from his mouth shocking Mrs. Thompson.

"What happened here?" Mrs. Thompson helped him up, her gaze shifting to Vivienne in surprise.

Vivienne's eyes held a fierceness that even someone as experienced as Mrs. Thompson found daunting, especially the oppressive feeling when their eyes met.

Mrs. Thompson felt a sense of urgency, "Thousand-Hands Healer, what is your apprentice doing?"

at fault!" Vivienne scoffed, her laugh

do to you?" Mrs. Thompson

you pretending

glared at Gregg, her

will apologize. Please, Thousand-Hands Healer, don't forsake our village over one man's actions." Gregg, left with no choice, stood up, his reluctance clear but unable to voice any complaints

abruptly, unnoticed by the others how it happened, as if a gust of wind had swept through the

Thompson instinctively looked to Logan and Vivienne, both unphased

realized he had knelt down, but before he could stand, Logan spoke, "Since you've shown remorse, I see no reason to hold onto this

to leave, Vivienne slowly packing her

gaze lingered on Vivienne, realizing that despite being an apprentice,

needed to tread carefully around them, at least

up, only to be met

to us and yet causing trouble. If this plan fails, you might as well be dead!" Mrs.

was at fault, remained

that aside from Carly, each household had its own vegetable garden,

to their room, each preparing for bed. Vivienne waited until the entire village had fallen

that moment, the silhouette reappeared in

get into a scuffle with Gregg today?" Percival stepped forward, taking Vivienne's hand that dangled by her

quite informed," Vivienne didn't

of her hand, his eyes filled

girl,