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?"

the ferocity of a cornered beast.

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

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

a month, succumbing to

before her death, she had revealed

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

is fetching the first aid kit

Vivienne, "..."

Wolf had overlooked a crucial

to most toxins. Furthermore, as a Specter Healer, she

to the

of blood from her skin with alcohol swabs, Vivienne

speak up, Mr. Wolf might succumb to undue

poisons

the hospital!" Vivienne sighed, "Mr. Wolf,

showed him her unblemished arms and

looking up at

bit exasperated, "Mr. Wolf, you've forgotten. 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

wanted was for his Vivienne to be safe, even against

calming Percival down,

seek death,

car, watched as Vivienne approached,

she intended to deal with

in three months, you'll

Arabella could finish, Vivienne's foot connected with her chest

it Abigail who rescued

and drenched in sweat from pain, couldn't muster a response, barely

contemplated her next

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