The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 151

Michael and Joseph, although perplexed, followed Beatrice’s instructions, assisting her from her sickbed to visit Arabella.

Arabella was staying on the same floor as Dorian, the sixteenth. They had just arrived outside Arabella’s room when they saw Vivienne slowly approaching from the other end of the corridor.

Percival had been in an accident, so Vivienne hadn’t had the chance to visit Dorian in the hospital the day before. She had finally found the time to do so that afternoon.

Naturally, she saw the Hawthorn family members, but she didn’t give a damn. She passed by Arabella’s room without even a second glance at them.

Arabella also saw Vivienne. She sat disheveled on the bed, watching Vivienne walk past her as if she didn’t exist. Arabella could see arrogance, disdain, and schadenfreude in Vivienne’s calm demeanor.

For some reason, Vivienne’s presence reminded Arabella of the masked woman from that night. The calm expression the masked woman wore as she made an incision in Arabella’s abdomen was eerily reminiscent of Vivienne’s.

It was as if they didn’t see her as a living human being but as an object they could manipulate at will.

“Ahh!” She couldn’t help but scream, shouting in terror and rage, “I’m going to kill them! I’m going to kill them all!”

Not only did the Hawthorns standing at the door get a fright, but so did the entire floor of the hospital.

now.” Beatrice rushed in to

Beatrice. “The police don’t believe me! Have I

the N&S Psychiatric Hospital are mentally ill. They don’t have the capacity to be held legally responsible.” Michael didn’t show sympathy for Arabella but instead taunted her. “Even if the police did believe that someone planted bombs in your stomach, do you think there’s a way to punish them? Can’t you stop making trouble? Who told you to go

clearly that night when she had called them for help, but not one of

one who answered her call was

found, and her reputation had been ruined due to her false accusations against Dorian.

nothing. She only sobbed and asked Beatrice, “Granny, what

stroked Arabella’s hair. With a glint in her eye and a hint of satisfaction in her voice, she reassured Arabella. “All you need to do is follow

Arabella’s, so he had also heard her scream. At that moment, Cordelia was

the IV drip nearby muttered, “She should be transferred to the psychiatric ward. Her constant screaming is

spooning, then continued as if nothing had

he remained silent, remembering all the

in the room was silent

Dorian immediately brightened

feeling

internal injuries had healed, but the external

mention, the trauma Dorian had endured made it

able to leave the hospital in about a week.”

sat quietly, watching as Cordelia finished

asked Dorian, “Mr. Hawthorn, did

only a perfume formula.” Dorian replied with a flicker in his

but she had a feeling that

the door to the room was pushed open. Vivienne and Dorian thought it was Cordelia returning, but when

face

Beatrice began with a cold laugh. “I’ve been

after me while I’ve been hospitalized?” Dorian retorted coldly