The Million-Dollar Heart

Before Leopold could utter another word, Abigail waved her hand, silencing him instantly.

"Today's my lucky day, so I'll spare your life. Just so you can watch as they fall one by one, becoming unwitting pawns in my grand scheme." Leopold's eyes bulged in disbelief.

If looks could kill, he'd have slain the wicked witch a thousand times over and fed her remains to the sharks.

Her grand scheme? Probably the delusions of a madwoman.

And eternal youth? Why didn't she just claim a throne in heaven if she was so capable!

Unfortunately, he was paralyzed, unable to speak a word.

If he could turn back time by just two minutes, he would warn Vivienne and Percival to flee. The witch was after their lives; escaping was their only chance to warn the others. Now, trapped, who would come to their rescue?

Before activating the ritual, Abigail conjured a wave of energy, filling the air with a thick, white mist. Everyone caught within struggled to breathe, and Leopold, previously glaring, passed out in moments. However, Vivienne and Percival, standing ten meters away, remained unaffected, watching coldly. Seeing Vivienne unaffected, Abigail's frustration grew. She increased her energy output, but to no avail. "This is impossible!" she exclaimed.

Vivienne dropped the act, "Nothing's impossible. I was never poisoned to begin with."

Suspicion flashed in Abigail's eyes, but she masked it with a smirk, "Not poisoned? Then why follow me?"

Vivienne's tone was calm, but her gaze was piercing, "I'm here not to be controlled by you, but to see how you bring about your own downfall."

If it weren't for Flynn's warning, she might have fallen into Abigail's trap, thinking the poison was in a pendant. But Flynn's reaction made her realize the poison was on him. Abigail had concocted various toxins, embedding them in Flynn's skin over time, creating a new, untraceable poison.

Flynn, the vessel for her to poison others.

were lethal and without cure. The poison on

her heart, so the poison was designed not to harm her

her touch to spare her the same fate

bore his pain alone, unaware that

Vivienne, though they had taken antidotes.

twisted into disbelief, "How are you not

Abigail appeared, Vivienne and

not Delilah!" Vivienne

even considered

how a simple interrogation revealed the

these details, focused on her goal, "He was disposable. His death

but Vivienne countered, their energies clashing in a brilliant

at Vivienne, "How do you still

unique constitution, or maybe your ritual

her expression souring,

look on

suspicion and let out a derisive snort.

you couldn't target my mother back then

had two

moment Abigail mentioned her mother, Vivienne

ago, just before she was

a compelling reason for

pregnancy? That was

realize how much trouble she'd avoided simply by