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?”

just opened the car door and got out. He scanned the crowd, for the

got out of the car and walked up

withdrew his gaze, “Nothing, let’s

the other side.

at the ward door, looking

much better after taking her medicine. Vivienne rested her

in her life. Getting 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 had to watch her mother die right before her eyes. She couldn’t bear 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

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

said excitedly, tugging at Vivienne’s hand. “Miss, can we go in?”

pulled along by her,

surprised to see

things and saw you guys here,

quickly poured Vivienne a glass of water, “Please, have a

turned to Isolde, “I’m

smiling, “Great.”

Percival was around, 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

hand on Isolde’s wrist and used the medical knowledge she possessed to check her pulse. After a moment, Vivienne’s brow furrowed deeply

of the toxins had been cleared, but her damaged organs were still failing, making treatment

“Is our

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

Isolde’s eyes lit up. “Can my face go back to the

“Yes.”

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

“Good, but I have one condition. You can’t tell anyone

play it safe.