The Million-Dollar Heart

Standing outside the door, Vivienne spoke in a detached tone, "How are you feeling?"

The place wasn't far from her research facility, one of the many ventures under her belt.

Bringing Colin here served a dual purpose: one, to better understand and neutralize the poison coursing through his veins; and two, because Declan, still useful for now, would not hesitate for a second to exploit dark magic to end Colin's life if he discovered his whereabouts.

Colin, with a bitter smile, looked down, "Ms. Hawthorn, you're well aware of my condition. Attempting any treatment on me is futile, a mere waste of your time."

Vivienne frowned. She had little patience for those who gave up on themselves before she even had a chance to weigh in.

Walking over to a table, she extracted a pack of silver needles from her coat but didn't rush to open it. "I'm the doctor here. Whether or not you can be cured is for me to decide, not you. I'm pressed for time, so you have a minute to consider your options."

"Of course, I can't guarantee a complete recovery, but for now, I can at least save your life."

After saying this, Vivienne fell silent, only watching Colin, who stood bathed in backlight by the door.

The sheer force of Vivienne's presence overwhelmed Colin. After all, eyes don't lie.

Vivienne was offering him help.

Thinking of Winston, waiting outside, Colin realized he was perhaps too pessimistic. He indeed couldn't afford to wallow in self-pity.

Within ten seconds, Colin had his answer, "Ms. Hawthorn, I'll accept your treatment."

Vivienne nodded, "Come here."

After checking his pulse, Vivienne instructed Colin to remove his shirt; she needed to block certain points near his heart with the silver needles to prevent the poison from causing an immediate death. In her eyes, there was no room for embarrassment or hesitation in the face of medical necessity.

However, the sight of numerous scars covering the intended areas for needle insertion made her frown, not out of disgust, but because it complicated the procedure.

Colin mistook her reaction, asking softly, "Did I frighten you?"

Without changing her expression, Vivienne turned to grab her needles, "I prefer not to be disturbed while I'm working."

Colin remained

the needles to be left

wash her hands, Vivienne noticed some books on the windowsill and casually flipped through

removing the needles, Colin's face was as pale as paper, his body covered in cold

to leave, not intending to stay a moment longer. She had to reach the Dorian residence by noon, as Mr. Wolf was away, and no one

particularly missing Cordelia's home-cooked

to leave, Colin, clutching his

stopped and turned, "What

Colin inquired, "How is Winston

with the Linklater family. If you're worried about him being left unattended after

up, deeply inhaling before sincerely thanking Vivienne, "Thank

should be thanking

always believed that the outcomes one faces are the result of their own choices. "Had you not decided to seek me out, the Wright family would

"Only Robbie and Brianna remain. One's drowning in debt and desperation for money; the others lost their mind. The Wright family is essentially no

he saw Vivienne stepping out,

had something

annoyed, approached him, "I'm giving you one last minute. Say everything you need to,

her visibly upset but proceeded to share

my grandfather because he possessed something vital, something

narrowed, "What

head,

it's still with the Wright

press

to respond, she turned and

depart, Colin smiled faintly, hoping his information would be of

the clinic, Vivienne dialed Draven, instructing

Abigail coveted, she would undoubtedly

was Vivienne's main objective, not the

after Abigail, the

the afternoon. She had called ahead to Cordelia, telling her not to go out