The Million-Dollar Heart

Jerry weighed the possibility, a hint of gloom in his voice, "If that's the case, we're in for some trouble. Let's not even mention that the harassment case is several years old now. But at present, they're insisting that the girl committed suicide because of severe depression, and encountering Julian just pushed him over the edge. We have no way to verify that."

"Who says we can't?" Vivienne, acting on the information Matthew had dug up earlier, stepped into the elevator, "Just wait for my news. I'll fill you in later."

The moment the elevator doors closed with a ding, she promptly ended the call.

Percival watched the floor numbers rise with a hint of concern in his eyes, "Vivienne, are you really sure that woman's daughter will help us?"

Vivienne: "I'm not sure."

Such honesty, and they were at a loss for words.

Sensing the chill in Vivienne's gaze, Percival cleared his throat, "So, are we here today just to fish for information?"

"Exactly."

The elevator dinged upon reaching the fifteenth floor.

Vivienne waited for the doors to fully open before stepping out.

Walking along the corridor towards the most secluded corner, they approached the VIP hospital room with the poorest lighting.

Through the glass door, they could see a girl in a hospital gown sitting on the pristine white bed, barely in her early twenties. Her face was devoid of color, skin stretched over bones as if she was merely a skeleton with a layer of flesh.

She didn't seem to care about her cracked, bleeding lips, her gaze lifelessly fixed outside the window.

Several birds perched on the glass, hopping around cheerfully and unafraid of humans.

out, the birds fluttered

noticed the bandages

sleeve without a

it so quiet? Didn't Zinnia claim she visits daily? It's past lunch, and no one's brought her

some activity, be it a nurse or a family member. This area felt like a forgotten corner of the world, devoid of life. If not for the girl inside, he might think

Percival noticed

on her account three times a day, like clockwork. Yet now, well past lunchtime, she was nowhere to

off," Percival coldly

hesitation, they pushed open the door and

as Cassidy turned to

saw the bandage wrapped around her

showed no surprise or panic at the sight of strangers. Desolate as if nothing in the

certain; this girl was indeed suffering from

distance

it. Her barely perceptible nod was like a dead tree's last

up a chair to sit, "We're here about the situation online. Your

previously stagnant eyes flickered to life. Her pupils trembled, a pained expression crossing her face, and if one looked closely, they could see guilt and unease. "I..." Cassidy's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, "I know. He didn't harass me.

prepared for

expect Cassidy to be

unspoken as she shifted her gaze

her hospital gown.

an S-sized gown hung loose on her, revealing layers

eyes darkened with thought, but she finally voiced her question, "If you

expressed her disbelief, "Why? That woman, she thought I was pretending. Why do you believe me?" Vivienne shrugged, "Because I'm

thought, although it was true, wasn't that a bit too

herself a genius in front of Samantha, he was no longer