The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 993

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.

only other items were her and Mr.

had Abigail struck

he found Vivienne standing by the table, eyeing some

him, she squinted, "Mr. Wolf, do you

gaze darkened, setting aside what he was holding to approach, "Viv, don't worry. We've secured the area. She can't

Vivienne nodded.

Mr. Wolf was right.

Abigail wouldn't need to lift a finger to dismantle her from the

Vivienne was

intended to find Abigail's trail amongst

It was clear.

outright, Abigail seemed to relish in torturing

a bit before the kill, ensuring the meat, especially the organs,

Alyssa targeted Mr. Wolf, Vivienne

cared about to drive her to madness

Abigail underestimated her strength and Mr. Wolf's

Wolf, and she couldn't

worries, Vivienne wrapped her arms around his neck, "It's

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 the

"You're not feeling well. Let

be nine months of pregnancy. If you fuss over me like this every day, I might

of the idea, "Even better. That way, I can

Wolf couldn't seriously be considering

the soup,

finding out about the pregnancy,

push, wiping her mouth with a napkin and handing her water, "If your stomach's upset, we

a sip,

stomach, she had no desire for the

it for ten days

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