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

already on a ten-day herbal regimen

Finnian started fussing, she wondered if she'd ever

need, Master. Let's focus

deterred, insisted, "Even your grandfather is in the dark about this. What, you think you can

met his

have nine other disciples. If I called them all now, we could at least fill a table..." Vivienne's patience was wearing thin, but she extended her wrist for

Percival watched, bemused.

he felt her pulse, "Ah, this is promising. A smooth pulse; it suggests a baby girl.

brightened at the news, "Master, are you certain

knowing look, teased, "You

and quickly corrected himself, "I'll be

your fortune before; you're destined to have a good family life. Plenty of

much thought to children. But

pair turned their discussion towards fortunes, Vivienne interjected,

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

answered, "She's already taking

who prescribed it?" Finnian

help but roll

Finnian finally released her wrist, then inquired, "Have

Vivienne frowned, "Not yet."

- from Brody's insights to hospital tests

advised, "Sometimes, the answer isn't on the surface. If you can't identify the cause, best to steer clear of potential triggers. Your well-being is paramount

of that family are scarce, suggesting they've mostly died out. Abigail, if connected,

in,

as time - the more fantastical, the more fervent

description, involving an ancient ritual of consuming