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, her

back home? Everything's under control here. I'll stay

through Percival's, her smile beaming at

was such that even she would have been

driven-Vivienne was all

love, Mr. Wolf

not only less appealing than a strawberry cheesecake but

actually reach out to her. Since that was the case, she was not about to

her IV and stumbled to her feet, only to collapse to her knees with a

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

hard, she had assumed that even if Percival did nothing and Isolde was too young to understand, at least

her dismay, no one came to

but managed to keep her

head,

a smile, mimicking Mara's tone. "What are you doing? I

noting her barely suppressed mirth. He smiled, affectionately ruffling her hair. "Yeah, Vivienne is so magnanimous, truly

grudges easily. Mara, don't pull this act again. Admitting your mistake is one thing, but forgiveness comes

from the

scolded by a kid fresh out of elementary school

"Mara, Isolde is right. Get

apologize?" Mara screamed silently. Reluctantly, she climbed back onto her feet, and whether by design or not, she

then did Cecilia move to her side, helping Mara back into bed.