The Million-Dollar Heart

Picking up the phone, Cordelia's voice was indeed hushed, "Hey Viv, I heard from Leo that it was you who asked him to have a heart-to-heart with Flynn. Your aunt feels terrible about it and insisted I call to say thanks."

Vivienne replied calmly, "No need to thank me, Cordelia. Leo was just bumming around; a dinner invite is more than enough."

Cordelia chuckled on the other end, "Can't just treat a guest who's been such a big help so casually. I remember Leo loves my homemade pasta. I'll whip up a batch later."

Vivienne remembered something, "Oh, Cordelia, aunt gave me a locket last time we met by the elevator, said it was a family heirloom. I'll bring it over next time."

Cordelia sighed, "Delilah, always thinking of these sentimental things... If only things could have been different... Ah."

Realizing she might have said too much, Cordelia quickly changed the subject, "Don't overthink it, Viv. Your aunt's just a bit sensitive. I'll take care of the locket." Vivienne nodded, not pressing further.

It was clear Cordelia cared deeply for her sister, and some truths might not be entirely objective anyway.

After hanging up, Vivienne listened to the faint sounds outside from Mr. Wolf.

After a busy morning, the sudden calm made Vivienne feel a wave of exhaustion.

She lay down and fell into a deep sleep within minutes, her dreams continuing from before.

This time, she witnessed Abigail consuming a human heart, blood dripping everywhere, her eyes fixed on Vivienne, a strange smile on her lips, "Vivienne, they're nothing compared to you!" Vivienne's eyes turned cold; she tried to summon her power, but found herself restrained, her abilities gone.

Abigail's figure approached, her beautiful face cloaked in malice, her blood-dripping fingertip aimed straight at Vivienne's heart.

Waking up again, Vivienne frowned at the empty room.

Getting up, she checked the room's arrangement.

She never believed in old wives' tales.

If the first time was due to hormonal imbalances from pregnancy, then this time must have been influenced by external factors.

These dreams clearly meant someone was trying to manipulate her emotions.

Everything in the room was familiar, even the jars Sasha mentioned contained nothing harmful to the fetus, nor anything that could stimulate one's psyche.

were her and

had Abigail

Percival entered, he found Vivienne standing by the table, eyeing some

"Mr. Wolf, do you

mood shift, Percival's gaze darkened, setting aside what he was holding to approach, "Viv, don't worry. We've secured the area. She can't get close, and neither can anyone else." "Don't let these emotions get to

Vivienne nodded.

Mr. Wolf was right.

she could be so easily disturbed, Abigail wouldn't need to lift a finger to dismantle her

Vivienne was no

amongst these belongings

It was clear.

her outright, Abigail seemed to relish in torturing her

bit

Alyssa targeted Mr. Wolf, Vivienne sensed

about to drive her to madness was exactly what Abigail wanted

her strength and Mr. Wolf's

touch Mr. Wolf,

add to Mr. Wolf's worries, Vivienne wrapped her arms around his neck, "It's okay, Mr. Wolf. Take me back to

hugged her tightly,

a spoon, and offered it to her, "Here, eat something first. The medicine will be ready soon." Vivienne, touched by the gesture, tried to take

Percival insisted, "You're not feeling well. Let

pregnancy. If

eyes lit up, clearly fond of the idea, "Even better. That way, I can always

seriously be considering this, could

only managing half the soup, Vivienne shook her

had changed since finding out about the pregnancy, suddenly averse to

a napkin and handing her water, "If your stomach's upset, we

a

her stomach, she had no desire for the

take it for ten