The Million-Dollar Heart

In the midst of chaos, out of nowhere, a figure lunged towards the center of the commotion, a blood-dripping knife in hand, aiming straight for Vivienne and Percival. "Vivienne, Percival, this is the end for you!" She remembered vividly, it was Percival's henchmen who had forcefully taken her aboard that dreadful ship where they broke her limbs without mercy.

And later, to compel her into submission, they severed the tendons in her limbs.

Ever since, she harbored a deep-seated desire to exact her revenge on the pair.

Upon hearing the commotion, Vivienne merely lifted her gaze and, with a swift motion, sent the attacker flying five meters away with a powerful kick before the blade could even graze her.

The assailant hit the ground, coughing up blood, yet refused to relinquish the opportunity to end the lives of her targets.

As Vivienne approached, the assailant, with a determined grasp on the knife and a last-ditch effort, lunged at Vivienne, desperation fueling her attack.

But Vivienne caught her hand effortlessly, the blood from the knife dripping onto her clothes.

A malevolent glint flashed in the eyes of the fallen woman.

Charlotte, who was nearby, noticed the tell-tale red spots on the attacker's arm and went pale with fear. "Vivienne, get away from her, she's got an infectious disease!"

Hearing the words "infectious disease," Percival's face turned ashen. He quickly pulled Vivienne to safety and, using his powers, flung the attacker away.

"Vivienne, we need to get you out of those clothes now!"

The disheveled woman struggled to her feet, spitting blood continuously.

However, upon seeing Percival's protective stance over Vivienne, she let out a raspy laugh filled with vindication.

"Heaven has eyes!"

"Indeed, heaven does watch over us!"

"Vivienne, always so aloof, let's see how you fare in your next life after enduring the same vile afflictions that have plagued me." Members of the Nine Mystics Society quickly restrained the woman, intending to hand her over to their young master for judgment.

Upon seeing the woman's face, marked by a distinct scar, even Charlotte was taken aback. "My God, are you... Arabella Hawthorn?"

at Charlotte with the ferocity of a

of forced encounters, abortions, and confinement in a damp, cramped room had taken their toll

to assume the identity of

survive a month, succumbing to the brutal whims of a

death, she had revealed a secret about

also known as Percival, hastily removed her contaminated clothes and draped his jacket over her, his expression grave. Hesitantly, she

is fetching the first

Vivienne, "..."

Wolf had

a Specter Healer, she could easily diagnose Arabella's condition without close examination.

to

of blood from her skin with alcohol swabs, Vivienne grasped

didn't speak up, Mr.

poisons have made

won't be at ease until we're at the hospital!" Vivienne sighed, "Mr. Wolf, believe me, diseases carried in

unblemished arms and legs, "See, not

looking up at her,

altered our bodies. External threats can't harm us unless they enter our system." Hearing

herself in danger, but

for his Vivienne to be safe, even against the slightest

Percival down,

had taken the trouble to seek death, she saw no reason not to

restrained by the car, watched as Vivienne approached, the Nine Mystics Society members bowing respectfully,

for them to leave; she intended to deal

in three months, you'll be in agony...

Arabella could finish, Vivienne's foot connected with

Abigail

drenched in sweat from pain, couldn't muster a response, barely able to open her mouth without emitting a

as she contemplated her next move. "Arabella, or should

the mention of that name, Arabella's eyes widened with hatred, staring back at