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.

items were her and Mr. Wolf's

exactly had

he found Vivienne standing by the

she squinted, "Mr. Wolf, do you

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

Vivienne nodded.

Mr. Wolf was right.

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

was no

find Abigail's trail amongst these belongings

It was clear.

Abigail seemed

bit before the kill, ensuring the

moment Alyssa targeted Mr.

about to drive her to madness was

Abigail underestimated her strength and Mr.

Wolf,

arms around his neck, "It's okay, Mr. Wolf. Take me

hugged her

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

feeling well.

If you fuss over

idea, "Even better. That way, I can always be with you and

be

managing half the soup, Vivienne shook

since finding out about

didn't push, wiping her mouth with a napkin and handing her water, "If your stomach's upset,

a sip,

stomach, she had no desire for the

take it

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