The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 9

Vivienne returned to her own bedroom and walked to the window, her expression extremely serious. She thought about the little girl she had just saved at the entrance of the mall, her brow furrowed tightly.

She had spotted it instantly. The girl was poisoned, and not just by any poison but a potent one concocted by her own mother that could mutilate the face if it took effect. Before her mom passed, someone had come to snatch the formula for the poison. It had taken her years to figure out the antidote.

Vivienne tapped her fingers lightly against the window sill, deep in thought. Time was running out for the girl. Who in the world took the poison formula, and why on earth would they poison a kid?

Vivienne ceased her tapping, pulled out her phone and dialed Matthew.

“Can you check if any hospital admitted a five–year–old girl with sores all over her face today?”

Matthew responded with a quick “okay” and hung up. Vivienne leaned against the window with her phone in hand, waiting quietly. About half an hour later, Matthew called back, “Found her. She’s in the VIP ward in Havenwood Hospital’s internal medicine department.”

“Alright, got it.”

Two days later.

Vivienne arrived at Havenwood Hospital. As she got out of the cab and walked into the hospital, a black sedan zoomed past her.

Inside the car, Percival caught sight of Vivienne in the rear–view mirror. His eyes narrowed instantly, “Stop the car.”

Thomas hit the brakes hard, sending everyone lurching forward. He turned to ask, “What’s up, Mr. Ellington?”

didn’t answer. He didn’t even wait for Thomas to help him with his wheelchair. He just opened the car door and got out. He scanned the crowd,

and walked up to

withdrew his gaze, “Nothing, let’s

other

the ward door, looking at the little

much better after taking her medicine. Vivienne rested

involved could blow her cover. Her mother’s affairs were complicated, and she needed to remain low–key. But the thought of the little girl’s bright, clear eyes gave her pause. If only someone had helped her ten years ago, she wouldn’t have

she was hesitating, the ward door opened. “Miss, is that you? Are you here to see me?” Isolde asked, her eyes sparkling as she grabbed Vivienne’s hand, feeling very delighted. She’d caught a glimpse of someone outside the ward who resembled the lady who’d

holding hers, then up into Isolde’s clear eyes. Her heart was inexplicably

come to see me,” Isolde said excitedly, tugging at Vivienne’s

her, unconsciously entering the ward

surprised to see Vivienne,

“Yeah, I came to take care of some things and saw you guys here,

glass of water, “Please, have a seat.”

turned to Isolde, “I’m here to check on you.”

smiling,

a little when Percival was around, but as soon as he left, no one could touch her. Yet now, she was voluntarily extending her hand

knowledge she possessed to check her pulse. After a moment, Vivienne’s brow furrowed deeply

her organs. Some of the toxins had been cleared, but her damaged organs were still

a twinge of worry, “Is our young miss

at Isolde, her lips pressed together. She reached out to stroke Isolde’s head, speaking softly, “I can cure your disease, but it might be a little painful. Are

face

“Yes.”

I’m not scared.” Isolde said seriously, “As long as you’re

can’t tell anyone I’m treating you, not even your family.”

play it