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?"

glared at Charlotte with the ferocity of a cornered beast. "Don't you

in a damp, cramped room

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

that woman didn't survive a month, succumbing to the brutal whims of a

death, she had revealed a secret about Arabella's true

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

the first aid kit from the

Vivienne, "..."

seemed Mr. Wolf had overlooked a crucial

of dealing with poisons had rendered her immune to most toxins. Furthermore, as a Specter Healer, she could easily diagnose Arabella's condition without close examination. How could she not

we're heading to the

drop of blood from her skin with

up, Mr. Wolf might succumb

my years of research into poisons have made me immune

we're at the hospital!" Vivienne sighed, "Mr. Wolf, believe

arms and legs, "See, not a scratch on

relaxed, looking up

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

herself in danger, but the initial shock had

Vivienne to be safe, even against the

Percival down, Vivienne

to seek death, she saw no reason

car, watched as Vivienne approached, the

leave; she intended to deal

months, you'll be in

foot connected with her chest in

it Abigail who rescued

sweat from pain, couldn't muster a response, barely able to open her mouth

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

with hatred, staring back at Vivienne,