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

was already on a ten-day herbal regimen prescribed by Mr.

she wondered if she'd ever see the

"No need, Master. Let's focus

dark about this. What,

met his

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

Percival watched, bemused.

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

"Master, are you certain it's a

with a knowing look, teased, "You

he caught Vivienne's eye and quickly corrected himself, "I'll be happy with either, as long as it's

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

he hadn't given much thought to children. But

towards fortunes, Vivienne interjected,

holding her wrist, adopted a more serious tone, "Hold on. You've been

answered, "She's

who prescribed it?" Finnian probed

roll her eyes, "My

released her wrist, then inquired, "Have you found out what

Vivienne frowned, "Not yet."

to Delilah, but everything - from Brody's insights to

can't identify the cause, best to steer clear of potential triggers. Your well-being

that go, would you? Records of that family are scarce, suggesting they've mostly died out. Abigail, if connected, is likely from a minor branch. As

in, intrigued,

"Exactly. It's a tale as old as time - the more fantastical, the more fervent

closely matches your description, involving an ancient ritual