"You... you really are going to help me?" Mara looked at Vivienne, her eyes wide with disbelief. Vivienne nodded, "Yes."

"But you... you..." Mara stuttered, at a loss for words.

Even Cecilia hadn't expected Vivienne to consent. "Vivienne, you're really willing to help Mara?"

Vivienne affirmed. "Sure, but I have my conditions. I'm the Specter Healer; I don't work for free."

Mara knew it. Vivienne wasn't the type to offer help out of the goodness of her heart.

"I understand, but I'm broke right now. Can I write you an IOU and pay you back once I have the money?" Mara pleaded.

Vivienne smiled, her red lips lifting in a beguiling curve. "That's not what I'm asking for."

A shiver ran down Mara's spine as she locked eyes with Vivienne's smile. She felt like she had just fallen into a bottomless pit - a trap that could spell her doom! Leaving the hospital, Percival drove Isolde back home.

Isolde took every chance to stick close to Vivienne. "Vivienne, what was the deal you made with Mara back there?"

Vivienne scooped Isolde into her arms, meticulously parting her hair to craft a sweet hairstyle for the youngster.

"Little ones shouldn't pry."

Isolde sat still, leaning against Vivienne, her tiny shoulders pressed against her chest.

After a while, Isolde murmured, "Vivienne, you're really busty, you know."

Percival nearly choked on his own spit.

Unfazed, Vivienne continued her task while Percival's face turned a shade that would've given any artist's palette a run for its money.

"Kids shouldn't talk about such things," Percival cleared his throat.

Isolde scoffed. "Percival, why so prudish? I'm just saying she's got a great figure. It's just a fact."

parked by the roadside, swiftly moving Isolde to the

you're going

muttered under her

home, where her father,

to Percival, "Percival, don't tell me

arms, urging her dad to

by his son's anger and his daughter's smugness, totally clueless

any longer and burst into

face grew even redder. "Vivienne, stop

imagined Percival could

his tie and

things got heated,

there, holding a thermos of soup

maybe you two could take

bumped his head hard on the roof. Without pausing to

tried to appear calm

nodded, passing the thermos to Percival with a meaningful look. "The soup's

double entendre was not lost on

and entered the

back to the

Mansion, Karen was

Karen felt

head vigorously. "No, no, of course not. You saw

That's about when you actually

at the accuracy of

bit of an upset

a knowing look, pointing to the pastries. "You just had

Jasper cajoling Karen, with Maddox enjoying the

defenseless old man?" Vivienne approached, handing a bag

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