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?”

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, for the figure he

got out of the car and walked up

gaze, “Nothing, let’s go.”

the other

stood at the ward door, looking at the little

looked much better after taking her medicine. Vivienne rested her hand on the doorknob, debating

little girl’s bright, clear eyes

eyes sparkling as she grabbed Vivienne’s hand, feeling very delighted.

at the hands holding hers, then up into Isolde’s clear eyes. Her heart was inexplicably softened. She gave a small smile, “Yes, I came

come to see me,” Isolde said excitedly, tugging at Vivienne’s hand. “Miss,

by her, unconsciously entering the ward

see

care of some things and saw you guys here, so I came over.”

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

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

smiling,

but as soon as he left, no one could touch her. Yet now, she was voluntarily extending her hand to Ms. Hawthorn, so well–behaved it was unbelievable. If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, Eartha would’ve thought she was hallucinating.

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

the toxins had been cleared,

felt a twinge of worry, “Is our young

pressed together. She reached out to stroke Isolde’s head, speaking softly, “I

“Can my face go back

“Yes.”

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

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

thought: Better play it safe.