The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 8
At the entrance of the mall.
Seeing Vivienne being stubborn, Arabella angrily walked off with the two girls next to her. She definitely didn’t want to get in
trouble because of Vivienne.
After Vivienne gave the little girl an injection, her breathing gradually became steady. Just then, the ambulance arrived at the
scene. She removed the silver needles from the girl’s body and placed them in a needle box. She then reassured the middle–
aged woman, “She’s out of danger for now, but she still needs to be taken to the hospital for further treatment.”
After saying that, Vivienne stood up to leave.
“I’m from the Hawthorn family.” She dropped this line before she turned and left.
When Percival and his group arrived, they just caught a glimpse of Vivienne’s retreating figure. This time, he was in a wheelchair,
being pushed by Thomas. Percival watched Vivienne’s back, feeling a sense of familiarity. Before he could think more about it,
Leopold had already reached Isolde and asked, “Isolde, how are you doing?”
Isolde gave him a weak smile. “Leopold, I’m fine. A lady just saved me. She was amazing.”
Isolde was still semi–conscious when Vivienne first arrived.
“A lady?” Leopold was a bit puzzled.
“Yes, a beautiful lady. She gave me a pill and I felt better. And...” Isolde’s voice grew excited. “She used a few needles on me. It
was a bit painful but I felt so much better.”
Leopold was taken aback, then laughed, “Well, she can’t be better than Mystic Mistress.” In his heart, Mystic Mistress was
unrivaled.
Percival glanced back at the figure disappearing into the distance, deep in thought.
“I’m sorry. I got you worried.” Seeing Percival’s silence, Isolde thought he was angry and cautiously apologized.
Percival looked into her clear eyes, and all his anger and worry vanished. He gently patted Isolde’s head, his voice gentle, “Let’s
go to the hospital first.”

In the VIP ward of the hospital.
Bruce burst into the room, his handsome face filled with excitement. “Mr. Ellington, good news, the toxins in Isolde’s body have
been reduced by more than half.”
He was Isolde’s personal doctor and only responsible for her condition. He had also come to Havenwood with Isolde, but Isolde,
due to her insecurities about her appearance, tended to avoid people. So he usually didn’t appear in front of her. He had
therefore not accompanied them to the mall.
Leopold shot up from his seat, staring at Bruce in disbelief. “Are you serious?”
Percival’s eyes also showed a hint of surprise. “Are you sure?”
“Yes!” Bruce handed Percival the medical report, his voice filled with excitement. “Not only that, the pus–filled boil near Isolde’s
eye has also disappeared.” Hearing this, Leopold’s eyes widened. “The boil is gone? Are you kidding?”
Though Isolde was not conventionally beautiful, she wasn’t born this way. At the age of two, Isolde was poisoned, which caused
many boils and sores to appear on her face. The poison was so strong that even after three years of continued medical
investigation, they still couldn’t identify what the toxin was. Let alone control its spread. In fact, if they couldn’t find an antidote,
Isolde might not survive past this Christmas.
Percival found this deeply troubling. Few knew that he should have been the one poisoned, but his sister had taken the blow for
him.
“How could I joke about something like this?” Bruce retorted. “I’ve double-checked. The toxins in her body have indeed been
reduced by more than half.”
Bruce turned to Percival, asking excitedly, “Mr. Ellington, which doctor did you find? They’re incredible.”
He had been studying medicine since he was young and was one of the few medical prodigies of his time, but he was helpless
when it came to Isolde’s condition. This was a huge blow to him, so hearing that someone was able to reduce Isolde’s toxins by
half made him very excited. He also saw this as an opportunity to learn and discuss the matter.
Percival’s eyes flickered as he looked at Isolde, then asked Eartha, “Did the person who saved Isolde today leave a name?”
After thinking for a moment, Eartha replied, “She only said she was from the Hawthorn family. I didn’t get the chance to ask more
before she left.”

“From the Hawthorn family?” Leopold pondered for a moment, then said, “The only Hawthorn family in Havenwood is Arabella’s
family. Did Arabella save her?”
Thinking of this, Leopold slapped his thigh. “Right, it must be her. I heard Arabella has been studying medicine with Dr. William,
and she’s very beautiful too. That aligns with Isolde’s description.”
Percival said nothing.
Leopold laughed and walked up to him, joking, “Mr. Ellington, why don’t you make use of your good looks and marry Ms.
Hawthorn?”
Percival looked up at him, then smacked him across the face. “Get lost.”
He felt a headache coming on. Since he had agreed to call off the engagement, there was no turning back. He was silent for a
moment, then said, “Thomas, prepare some gifts to send to the Hawthorn family’s house. Say they’re from me.”
Normally, he should go in person. But he thought the lady from the Hawthorn family might not want to see a disabled person like
him.
At Tranquil Estates.
When Vivienne returned home, Dorian and Cordelia were sitting motionless on the couch, their expressions carrying a hint of
tension. Vivienne poured a glass of water, looking at them, “What’s up with you guys?”
Chapter 8
Dorian, upon seeing Vivienne, immediately stood up and grabbed her arm, saying excitedly, “Slap me, quick!”
Vivienne silently withdrew her hand, coughed lightly, “What’s bothering you?”
“I feel like I’m dreaming.” Dorian looked at the house, cleared his throat, and said, “I did a quick search, and the furniture alone in
this house costs a few thousand dollars. And they’re renting this amazing place to us for just fifty dollars a month. You tell me, is
this some kind of trap?”
While speaking, Dorian glanced towards the door, then whispered, “Should we run for it? If the scammer shows up with his
henchmen, we wouldn’t be able to escape.

Vivienne’s mouth twitched, wondering if they were paranoid or something. She patted Dorian’s shoulder, “Mr. Hawthorn, we’re at
Tranquil Estates now.”
Dorian blinked, “I know. The most luxurious neighborhood in Havenwood.”
“Do you think anyone would dare to conduct such illegal pyramid schemes in such a high–end area?” Vivienne was somewhat
helpless.
“After all, you’re the son of the Hawthorn family, and you’ve seen a lot. Why are you so nervous about a house?”
Dorian was stumped, “You’re right.”
He paused for a moment, then asked again, “But why is the landlord renting this apartment to us so cheaply?” He couldn’t figure
it out.
Vivienne rubbed her temples, “Didn’t the agent tell you? The landlord needs someone to look after the house?”
“But isn’t fifty dollars a month too little?”
Vivienne chuckled, “Maybe the landlord is ‘rich and kind–hearted“.”
“That makes sense. The landlord is indeed rich and kind–hearted.” Dorian nodded.
‘Rich and kind–hearted‘ Vivienne said – no, she was not kind–hearted at all. And she was broke. But what could she do? Her
father was a penniless man. Cordelia, who had been nervous on the side, also relaxed, “Since there’s nothing wrong with the
house, let’s just live here with peace of mind. We’re able to live in such a nice house, it must be because of the good luck
Vivienne brings us.”