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?"

inwardly groaned, fearing

Dr. Sasha, she was already on a ten-day herbal

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

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

"Even your grandfather is in the dark about

simply met his

nine other disciples. If I called them all now, we could at least fill a table..." Vivienne's patience

Percival watched, bemused.

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

"Master, are you certain it's

look, teased, "You prefer a

was about to agree when he caught Vivienne's eye and quickly corrected himself, "I'll be

you about your fortune before; you're destined to have a good family life. Plenty of children in your future!" Percival couldn't hide

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

turned their discussion towards fortunes,

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

answered, "She's already taking

it?" Finnian

help but roll her eyes, "My

then inquired, "Have you found out

Vivienne frowned, "Not yet."

it might relate to Delilah, but everything - from Brody's insights

best to steer clear of potential triggers. Your well-being is paramount right now."

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

leaned in, intrigued,

nodded, "Exactly. It's a tale as old as time - the

version closely matches your description, involving an ancient ritual of