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?"

Charlotte with the ferocity of a cornered

a damp, cramped room had taken their toll

advising her to assume the

didn't survive a month, succumbing to the brutal

had revealed a secret about

clothes and

Thomas is fetching the

Vivienne, "..."

Wolf had

had rendered her immune to most toxins. Furthermore, as a Specter Healer, she could easily diagnose Arabella's condition without close

heading to the

clean every drop of blood from her skin with alcohol

if she didn't speak up, Mr.

years of research into poisons have made me immune to

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

and legs, "See, not a scratch on

finally relaxed, looking up at her,

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

but

he wanted was for his Vivienne to be safe, even

Percival down, Vivienne approached

taken the trouble to seek death,

Vivienne approached, the

for them to leave; she intended to deal

months, you'll be in agony...

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

Abigail

a response, barely able

her next

that name, Arabella's eyes widened with hatred, staring back at Vivienne, "How did you