The Million-Dollar Heart

Outside the hospital room, Heloise pressed her ear against the door, straining to catch snippets of conversation from within, but the soundproofing was too effective; not a whisper escaped. Unaware of her eavesdropping, Richard swung the door open, sending Heloise tumbling forward. Much to her chagrin, she landed with a graceless thud on the tiled floor.

"What on earth are you doing? Have you no decorum? Making a spectacle of yourself!" Richard scolded, thumping his cane on the ground before striding away in disgust. He had not gotten far when Percival and Vivienne approached, arm in arm.

"Grandpa," they greeted Richard.

His mood visibly lifted at the sight of them. "What brings you two here? Fiona's resting now; let's head back."

No sooner had he spoken than Heloise charged forward, her face contorted in rage.

"Vivienne, you wretched girl, you have the nerve to show up here after what you've done to my daughter."

In a fit of fury, Heloise snatched up a trash can from the corridor and hurled it at Vivienne.

Vivienne did not flinch, too bored to even bat an eyelash.

With a swift kick, Percival sent the trash can flying back to its sender, zeroing in on Heloise's unsuspecting head.

Caught off guard, Heloise stood frozen as the can collided with her skull, spilling its contents over her. Part-eaten fast food, disgusting fluids, and a medley of sticky, used tissues tumbled down, a revolting mess enveloping her.

Remarkably, Heloise's slender frame had managed to lift the bin in the first place.

A nurse passing by hesitated, recognizing Heloise as the lady of the Ellington family's second branch. But Richard's furious shout echoed down the hallway, "Let her be! She can pick herself up when she comes to!"

With that, Vivienne and Percival escorted Richard away, leaving Heloise sprawled amid the trash, her limited-edition velvet dress marinating in filth.

A woman with long hair watched the scene from the shadows. Only after Vivienne and Percival departed did she don a mask and slip into Fiona's room. Fiona, previously feigning sleep, opened her eyes with more strength than she had shown during her earlier conversation with Richard. "Mr. B, in such a hurry?" She teased with a smile.

The woman stood beside Fiona's bed and injected something into her IV bag. "I thought your first words to me would be of gratitude for rescuing you." Fiona watched the liquid drip slowly into her line, her expression darkening.

"You're just following orders. What do I have to thank you for?" Fiona sat up, gasping for breath.

The medication was the very cause of her heart condition.

flicked her hair back and pocketed the empty syringe. "You were foolish to fall for such an obvious trap. I can't fathom what

business," retorted Fiona, clutching her chest. After a few moments,

until Fiona's color returned. She then produced a box of pills from her pocket. "Take one each night for the first week, then one a week after that. Any more, and you might

Mr. B left the

retreating figure, "Killing Percival with

well soon," Mr. B replied without turning, a smirk

at the sterile ceiling, trapped in a web

car, Vivienne sat in the passenger seat

is there really no

medical records. There's a chance for recovery, Grandpa, but she might not want

jail, while her current state afforded

merely to gauge whether Fiona's condition was fatal. The prospect of

would be alright with proper care, that was enough for

good to hear," Richard said, looking at Vivienne.

"There's no need, Richard. I'm not troubled in the

in prison without any fuss from the organization, her adversaries were weaker than she thought. Catching Vivienne's mischievous grin

mirror, her bright face brimming with

returning his focus to the

Flynn due back next month?" Percival inquired after

Richard grumbled. "Always a worry, and now he's coming

longer, save you the stress," Percival said, reaching for

Vivienne, give him a

Where should I aim?" Vivienne teased, pretending to ready an acupuncture needle, sharing

a feeble protest,

is that okay?" Vivienne

a noncommittal grunt, "That's more like

mood in

the Ellington estate, Percival retreated to his

she had only wanted to glance over Fiona's medical records