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

already

fussing, she wondered if she'd ever see the light of day

"No need, Master. Let's focus on the matter

grandfather is in the dark about this. What,

met

them all now, we could at least fill a table..." Vivienne's patience was wearing thin, but she extended her wrist for inspection, "Here,

Percival watched, bemused.

felt her pulse, "Ah, this is promising. A smooth pulse; it suggests a baby girl. I've always

the news, "Master, are you certain it's a

teased, "You

corrected himself, "I'll be happy

told you about your fortune before; you're destined to have

children. But the idea of having

turned their discussion towards fortunes,

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

answered, "She's already

it?" Finnian probed

but roll her

wrist, then inquired, "Have you found

Vivienne frowned, "Not yet."

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the cause, best to steer clear of potential triggers. Your well-being is paramount

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tale as old as time

closely matches your description, involving an ancient ritual of