The Million-Dollar Heart

As Dorian's panicked shout pierced the air, Vivienne and the others snapped to attention. Rushing to the doorway, they caught up to Dorian just as he was bolting towards the garage. "Whoa, hold up, cowboy!" Leopold grabbed Dorian's arm. "We'll drive you. Where to?"

"The hospital! Step on it, to Downtown Medical Center!"

His voice was raw with urgency, his fingers quivering like aspen leaves in the wind. He looked like a kid who'd lost his favorite toy, eyes red and swollen with the threat of tears. Only now did Vivienne notice the change in Dorian, whom she hadn't seen in a few days. Silver streaks had begun to weave into his hair like frost creeping over autumn leaves. Her eyes lingered on him for a moment before cold realization dawned upon her. She remembered Cordelia's mysterious disappearance, and her expression turned to stone. "Leopold, floor it!" she ordered.

Percival was already on the phone with Thomas. "Get the guys closest to Downtown Medical Center on it, pronto! Find a patient named Cordelia Wilson. And make it snappy!" They managed to shave the usual half-hour drive down to mere minutes.

Upon reaching the hospital lobby, Thomas was already there waiting. Dorian didn't need guidance; he punched the elevator button and headed straight for the wards.

"What's the situation?" Vivienne asked, with Percival and the others close on her heels.

Percival glanced at Thomas, lowering his voice as he asked.

Thomas shook his head, hinting at grim news. "No idea when she was admitted, but I've got people digging into it. As for the poison in her system, only Vivienne," he nodded at Vivienne, "can likely deal with that."

The elevator wasn't big enough to contain the tension. Everyone heard Thomas's words, including Vivienne, who turned a sharp gaze back to Dorian.

She wanted to interrogate him, but the words halted at her lips.

When they reached Cordelia's room, which was already guarded by their own, Dorian burst in. Seeing Cordelia resting peacefully, a semblance of calm washed over his distraught features. Grasping Cordelia's hand tightly, tears began to cascade down his cheeks.

the hospital bed, her complexion ghostly pale, her lips devoid of color. Her usually gentle eyes were shut tightly, as if bearing an immense pain, her

a single look, Percival and Leopold helped

Cordelia's wrist, and the longer she felt

is she?" he asked, voice laced with dread

interrogated him. "Cordelia was poisoned. Why didn't you tell me? Who has been

palpable. She couldn't bear to think what might have happened if she hadn't come today. Cordelia could've

shift in Dorian's demeanor after Vivienne spoke, his face turning ashen. "Is Cordelia's

were any later,

slumped, muttering to himself in disbelief, "They promised to

could possibly be so dire that it led to this? Percival

Cordelia, they'd kill her on the spot. Just last week, they ambushed her on her grocery run, drugged her, took her to this hospital, and then called me. They said they had surveillance all over the house, including bugs. If I reached out to Vivienne or Astrid, Cordelia would be dead." His voice broke with the weight of his helplessness. "They knew everything; they were always one step ahead. They told me which room Cordelia was in and made me watch her suffer, powerless to do

resembling her mother's, Dorian couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by this shadowy

in a state

and pressed on. "What do they want

head. "They only ordered me to make Ramona the face of Hawthorn Perfumes Inc. and to follow their every

out his phone, showing Vivienne the emails. Feeling a weight lift from his chest, he said, "I've been stalling, didn't send out the tweet. Vivienne, can you save

"Don't worry. I'll save Cordelia.

in disbelief, "What the hell does