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?"

Charlotte with the ferocity of a cornered beast. "Don't you dare call me that name. I

cramped room had taken their toll on her, both physically and

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

to the brutal whims of a particularly

death, she had revealed a secret

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

is fetching the first

Vivienne, "..."

seemed Mr. Wolf had

toxins. Furthermore, as a Specter Healer, she

heading to the hospital

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

feared if she didn't speak up, Mr.

into poisons

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 no threat to

and legs, "See, not a scratch

finally relaxed, looking up at her,

our bodies.

Vivienne wouldn't knowingly put herself in danger, but the initial shock had left him momentarily paralyzed

Vivienne to be safe,

Percival down,

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

car, watched as Vivienne approached, the Nine

leave; she intended to deal with

you'll be

Arabella could finish, Vivienne's foot connected with her

it Abigail who rescued

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

her next

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