The Million-Dollar Heart

A group huddled in conversation, but Jasper was soon dragged away to the backyard by the playful antics of two kids.

Vivienne, with an exasperated look, turned to Finnian, who was hunched over a box, inspecting its contents for authenticity. "Master, you've accepted the item. It's time to stop beating around the bush." Finnian paused, reluctantly closing the box before his tone shifted. "My dear girl, what do you take me for? Didn't I give you enough clues over the phone yesterday?"

In the whole wide world, if anyone knew Finnian best, Vivienne would proudly claim that spot without hesitation.

Before securing the so-called Heavenly-Snow Lotus, it'd be a cold day in hell before Finnian spilled the real beans.

To Vivienne, it was all about drawing information out of him, piece by piece.

She gave him a knowing look. "Would you really discuss something as valuable as the Heavenly-Snow Lotus over the phone?"

Finnian was momentarily speechless.

Wasn't his caution just to prevent eavesdroppers?

After all, it had taken him three days of relentless research to uncover that information. If it got into the wrong hands, he'd be livid.

The chill in the hall made their tea cool rapidly. Vivienne took a sip and grimaced slightly at its temperature.

Percival, noticing her discomfort, quickly intervened before any further conversation ensued. "Master, Vivienne, maybe it's better to continue this discussion inside. It's quite drafty out here." He then stood, offering his arm to Vivienne and leading her into the parlor.

Finnian, puzzled, looked around, failing to notice any draft.

Perhaps the younger generation was just more health-conscious.

In the parlor, Percival fetched a blanket for Vivienne and handed her a mug of hot water, ensuring her comfort.

Finnian, realizing he was out of the loop, stroked his beard and playfully chided, "Come here, let me check on you. How's your health?"

groaned, fearing this

Dr. Sasha, she was already on a

if she'd ever see the

poker face, she replied, "No need, Master. Let's focus on the

dark about this. What, you think you

met

called them all now, we could at least fill a

Percival watched, bemused.

pulse, "Ah, this is promising. A smooth pulse;

news, "Master,

look, teased, "You prefer

and quickly corrected himself, "I'll be happy with either,

worry. I've told you about your fortune before; you're destined to have a good family life. Plenty of children in your future!" Percival

Vivienne, he hadn't given much thought to children. But the idea of having a family with

their discussion towards

a more serious tone, "Hold on. You've been through a shock recently. Have you

"She's already

who prescribed it?"

but roll her eyes,

released her wrist, then inquired, "Have

Vivienne frowned, "Not yet."

but everything - from Brody's

to steer clear of potential triggers. Your well-being is paramount right now." Understanding his hint,

they've mostly died out. Abigail, if

leaned in,

old as time - the more fantastical, the more

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