The Million-Dollar Heart

Karen's identity was shrouded in the utmost secrecy; only the highest echelons within the hospital were privy to her details. The nurses and doctors, not privy to such clearance, only knew that Percival had brought in a VIP patient who was also a knockout beauty.

Aaron couldn't bear to listen to the idle gossip any longer. "Have you lost your minds? What's there to admire about someone who's playing the field?"

His sudden outburst startled the two young nurses, who scurried out of the elevator.

Alone in the lift, Aaron fumed over Percival's audacity. How could he let Vivienne wait on his old flame like that? Sick! Despicable! Some people just shouldn't exist!

Upon exiting the elevator, Aaron used his access card to make his way to the penthouse floor. When he encountered the security guard, he flashed the Nine Mystics Society's token.

As a member of the Nine Mystics Society, the guard recognized the emblem of authority and allowed Aaron to pass without question.

"Master Aaron, the young master is not in. Please wait here," one of Percival's men said, assuming Aaron was there to see Vivienne.

Aaron pocketed his token. "It's fine. Don't bother about me. I'm just looking around. No need to tell Vivienne I was here; I don't want to disturb her."

"Understood."

After giving his instructions, Aaron approached the hospital room.

Peering through the glass, Aaron saw Percival tenderly wiping the brow of the woman on the bed with an utterly uncharacteristic gentleness.

So tender, it couldn't possibly be Percival!

No mistake about it: this woman was Percival's first love!

"Percival, you sleaze, one wasn't enough for you, huh? Alright, just you wait!" Aaron cursed inwardly.

He was about to burst in but held himself back. He had to wake Vivienne up first; he couldn't let her be manipulated by this cad any longer! With that thought, he turned and left.

Just as Aaron stepped into the elevator, Vivienne emerged from her office, catching only a glimpse of a retreating figure.

came and didn't look

on it and entered the ward. "How's it going? Did you wipe my mom's

his brow. "Vivienne, I hope I

the washcloth Percival had been using, only to find he had only managed to wipe the forehead. Really! Percival scratched

face," Vivienne said, wetting the cloth to clean her mother's face

stand it any longer. "Let me take over. You didn't even wring out the cloth properly, and you're getting water into Sasha's

we're both not

Karen was handed

out of the hospital,

caught up with you. I remembered this photo; it feels off. Take a

spotted the obvious GTO emblem

did you

noticed the change in Aaron's demeanor. "I found it in Percival's nightstand. At first, I thought it was Vivienne, but on closer inspection, it's not. I knew my brother wouldn't be so kind to Vivienne for no reason. He's treating her like

had already constructed a novel's

stand-in trope. Tsk, tsk, tsk. She hadn't expected her offhand remark to become

was fixated

part of

her purpose in coming

F-Poison send her to get close to Percival

she couldn't be allowed to

that, Aaron turned

grabbed him. "Hey, where are you off

going to tell

go to Vivienne, wouldn't that be betraying me? I still want to stay in good standing with the Ellington family. Aaron, you can't be so selfish!" "Do you realize how dangerous this 'Karen' is? I can't let anyone dangerous near

you just take care of it? You have the means. If it were Percival, he'd just click his fingers, and the problem would be gone. Why drag Vivienne into

words struck a chord with

contemplating. "Right, I can take