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 dare call me that name. I am

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

another woman who had given her a glimmer of hope, advising her to assume the identity of

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

had revealed

Percival, hastily removed her contaminated clothes and draped his jacket over her,

Thomas is fetching the first aid kit from the

Vivienne, "..."

Mr. Wolf had overlooked a

a Specter

we're heading to

from her skin with alcohol swabs, Vivienne grasped his

up, Mr. Wolf

Wolf, my years of research into poisons have made

at the hospital!" Vivienne sighed, "Mr. Wolf, believe me, diseases carried

and

looking up

training and abilities have altered our bodies. External threats

wouldn't knowingly put herself in danger, but the initial shock had

was for his Vivienne to be safe, even against the

Percival down, Vivienne

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

approached, the Nine

she intended to deal with

three months, you'll

Vivienne's foot connected with

it Abigail who

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

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

Arabella's eyes widened with hatred, staring back