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?"

unspoken, triggered a profound reaction in Arabella, who glared at Charlotte with the ferocity of a cornered beast. "Don't you dare

cramped room had taken their toll on her, both physically

of hope, advising her to

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

death, she had revealed a secret

clothes and draped his jacket over her, his expression grave. Hesitantly, she addressed him,

don't speak. Thomas is fetching the first aid

Vivienne, "..."

Wolf had overlooked a crucial

dealing with poisons had rendered her immune to most toxins. Furthermore, as a Specter Healer, she could easily

heading to the

blood from her skin with alcohol swabs,

didn't speak up, Mr.

research into poisons have made me immune to such

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

and legs, "See,

relaxed, looking

exasperated, "Mr. Wolf, you've forgotten. Our training and abilities have altered our bodies. External threats can't harm us unless they enter

but the initial shock had left him momentarily

for his Vivienne to

calming Percival down, Vivienne

the trouble to seek death,

Vivienne approached,

them to leave; she intended to deal

months, you'll

foot connected with her

it Abigail

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

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

widened with hatred, staring