The Million-Dollar Heart

An hour had passed before Mara finally stirred, a ghostly pallor on her face. Her voice was a weak whisper, barely there.

She had never felt so terrible in her life-it was like being on death's doorstep!

That Gillian had actually given her a bottle of sleeping pills, and here she had thought they were vitamins.

If only she had known, she would not have taken a single one!

"Mara, you're awake." Cecilia's voice carried a mixture of relief and worry, as if a great weight had been lifted from her heart upon seeing Mara's eyes open.

To underscore her feebleness, Mara coughed deliberately, a decision she instantly regretted as her stomach convulsed painfully.

"Auntie, what happened to me?" Mara's eyes brimmed with tears, but her pain was genuine.

Cecilia sat by the hospital bed, wiping away the tears streaking Mara's face. "Oh, you silly girl. Do you have any idea how close you came to never seeing me again?" Mara feigned shock, glancing down at her wrist as if seeing it anew, a look of realization crossing her face. "I... I'm sorry, Auntie. I just wasn't thinking straight."

"You really..." Cecilia held Mara's hand, her heart full of unsaid words.

Across the room, Percival sat brooding on the couch, his eyes stormy as the horizon's edge.

Vivienne, on the other hand, watched the scene with a certain amusement.

Such a promising talent, indeed.

Mara seemed to be cut from the same cloth as Gillian had been.

If she were to be signed and groomed properly, she might even outshine Kala!

Kala: Impossible, utterly impossible!

chin in her palm,

with Mara were enough before she turned to Percival. "Percival, why don't you take Isolde back home? Everything's under control here. I'll

through Percival's, her smile beaming at

was such that even she

was all about making

love, Mr. Wolf

not only less appealing than a

was the case, she was not about to miss this

to her feet, only to collapse to

and Grandma misled me, and I never meant for things to go so far. I was awful, please don't be angry with me anymore? I admit

nothing and Isolde was too young to understand, at least Cecilia would rush to

dismay, no one came

but managed to keep her

room fell into an awkward silence until Mara lifted her head, her eyes filled with

responded with a smile, mimicking Mara's tone. "What are you doing? I never blamed you in

mirth. He smiled, affectionately ruffling

grudges easily. Mara, don't pull this act again. Admitting your mistake is one thing, but forgiveness comes from genuine remorse, not from such theatrics. Why make everyone

from the

out of elementary school was too much

is right. Get up, what's with this kneeling

back onto her feet, and whether by design or not, she winced at a sudden pain in her face. Propping

then did Cecilia move to her side, helping Mara back