The Million-Dollar Heart

Hayden was about to ask another question when Nancy cut him off.

“Eliza, Mom sure did not waste her affection on you. We're all in awe to think you'd give up your shares so selflessly. Don't worry, as long as there's bread on our table, there will be a seat for you," Nancy praised with a hint of insincerity, masking her eagerness for Eliza to relinquish all her shares and get Wendy the medical attention she needed.

To Nancy, it mattered little if Wendy got better or not as long as Eliza did not get her hands on the money.

The second branch had always been treated like the stepchild, overshadowed by the prestigious first branch and Eliza, the darling with Wendy's favor. At least when Cecilia was around, she diverted some attention, but since she stopped visiting, the second branch had become even more neglected.

Now, with the family matriarch indisposed, Nancy had no intention of letting Hayden dip into the funds. Those were better saved for her own children.

Eliza merely smiled, keenly aware of Nancy's thoughts. But it did not matter. With the control of the Ashford family's wealth firmly in her grasp, once the Specter Healer cured her mother, and the Boyd family shares were hers, would both branches not have to dance to her tune?

After all, her ultimate goal was to use the Boyd and Ashford resources to obtain the Ellington Group.

As the butler wheeled out Wendy, the other Boyds settled on the couches, anxiously awaiting the Specter Healer's arrival.

Two hours ticked by with no sign of him, causing Theodore to grow impatient. "Eliza, is this guy reliable or what? Did you actually transfer the shares, or did he bail?"

"No, that can't be it," Eliza frowned, feeling a stir of doubt, too. She had wired an astronomical sum and arranged everything with the Frostfire Intelligence Agency. The Specter Healer had no reason to stand them up.

"Eliza, show me the transfer papers. Don't tell me you've been conned," Teresa eyed her suspiciously.

Eliza cleared her throat. "Teresa, the Specter Healer is a man of his word. Perhaps he's just running late due to some inconvenience of his old age. Don't worry."

"I just don't want you to be..."

"Enough. You weren't this concerned when it was time to fork the money. Eliza's no fool. Everyone zip it." Wendy cut Teresa off mid-sentence.

Just then, the Boyd family's front door swung open, and the butler rushed to greet the new arrival. A collective sigh of relief filled the room - the Specter Healer had finally come.

to disappointment when

here?"

Percival, holding

actions aboard the yacht, Mara scowled at her, her bruised face

bad luck.

harboring his own grudge, lashed out too, "Percival, this is the Boyd Mansion.

had no patience for them either. "Percival, the Boyds have important matters today. Please leave, and we'll discuss future issues later. I'll have a

impression on Percival, intervened, "Percival, please take Ms. Hawthorn and leave. Today is really not the best time; we have

her silhouette, reluctantly letting go. "Vivienne, it seems like my grandmother doesn't need the Specter Healer's services after

were taken aback and

Specter Healer and that he was supposed to treat Wendy

placed her bag on the floor and spoke seriously, "You've paid a

were stunned, and then Huxley piped

somewhat surprised that the quietest member of the

followed, then the room erupted in

nonsense are you talking,

Healer? I suggest you get your head checked. If you're the Specter Healer, then I'm Merlin himself!" Vivienne opened her bag,

wait, my voice...

like a grumpy old man! Vivienne chuckled, "Didn't you say

laughter died quickly in the Boyd household as everyone

it be that she was actually the Specter

the Frostfire Intelligence Agency. "Hello, I was

her name is Vivienne Hawthorn. You should

was on speaker, and the faces

bulged out of their

that Vivienne, of all

could it be

grew up in that quaint little countryside chapel, dabbling in perfume making, jewelry design, fashion, and even hacking? With all those