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?"

the ferocity of a

abortions, and confinement in a damp, cramped room had taken their

her to assume the identity of Paula Brooks and

survive a month, succumbing to the brutal whims of a particularly

revealed a secret

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

fetching the

Vivienne, "..."

Wolf had overlooked a crucial

Specter Healer,

to the

meticulously clean every drop of blood from her skin with alcohol swabs, Vivienne grasped

didn't speak up, Mr. Wolf might succumb to undue

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

his actions ceasing momentarily, "No, we can't take any 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

arms and legs, "See, not a scratch on

finally relaxed, looking up

Our training and abilities have altered our bodies. External threats can't harm us unless they enter

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

was for his Vivienne to

Percival down, Vivienne

had taken the trouble to seek

restrained by the car, watched as Vivienne approached,

them to leave; she

months, you'll

Vivienne's foot connected with her chest in a ruthless

Abigail

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

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

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

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