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?"

name, long unspoken, triggered a profound reaction in Arabella, who glared at Charlotte with the ferocity of a cornered beast. "Don't you dare call me that name. I am

and confinement in a damp, cramped room had

given her a glimmer of hope, advising her to assume the identity of Paula Brooks and seek refuge with the Miller

a month, succumbing to the brutal whims of a particularly

she had revealed

her contaminated clothes and draped his jacket over her, his expression grave. Hesitantly, she addressed him,

fetching the first aid kit

Vivienne, "..."

had overlooked

as a Specter Healer, she

to

clean every drop of blood from her skin with

up, Mr. Wolf

Wolf, my years of research into poisons have made me immune

chances. I won't be at ease until we're at the hospital!" Vivienne sighed, "Mr. Wolf, believe me, diseases carried in the blood pose no threat to skin without cuts or open

her unblemished arms and

finally relaxed, looking

altered our bodies. External threats can't harm us unless they

in danger, but the initial shock had left him

wanted was for his Vivienne to be safe, even against

calming Percival down, Vivienne

trouble to seek death, she saw

Vivienne approached, the

for them to leave; she intended to deal

three months, you'll be in

finish, Vivienne's foot connected with her chest in a ruthless

it Abigail who rescued

in sweat from pain, couldn't muster a response,

contemplated her next move. "Arabella, or should I say...

of that name, Arabella's eyes widened with hatred,