The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 1098

On the other side.

Vivienne and Logan were led to a secluded backyard behind the villa.

The yard, much like the villa, bore the charm of rustic architecture.

Once they were left alone, Logan set down his medical bag and turned to Vivienne, anxiety etched on his face, “Ms.… ”

But he was silenced by a sharp look from Vivienne.

Logan glanced around. Despite the quietness of the villa's backyard and the lack of visible onlookers, he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.

Changing his approach, Logan said, “We must be exhausted. Let’s rest for today. Tomorrow, you can sort through the herbs we need, and I’ll prepare a medicinal bath.”

As he spoke, Vivienne pulled out her smartphone, which swiftly transformed into a mini-computer. Her fingers danced over it rapidly. Moments later, she tucked the device away.

Logan gestured to his mouth, waiting for Vivienne’s nod before speaking again, “Ms. Vivienne, did they plant surveillance in our room?”

Vivienne nodded, “It’s taken care of.”

She had just manipulated the surveillance feed, ensuring their watchers saw a fabricated image instead of their real actions.

Relieved, Logan then broached another subject, “Was that Mr. Ellington earlier? He’s the spitting image of Mr. Ellington!”

It was hard to believe that two people could look so alike without being the same person.

Vivienne's eyes narrowed slightly before she confirmed, “Yes.”

It was Percival!

Even in silence, she could recognize him anywhere – her Percival.

Logan gasped, “It really was Mr. Ellington? But how could he be involved with those using poison? I thought such abilities required exposure from a young age. If he is Mr. Ellington, how does that fit?”

He trusted Vivienne. If she said Sebastian was Percival, it had to be true. But the mystery of Percival's condition puzzled him.

Vivienne’s tone was icy as she replied, “That’s for him to explain.”

At 3 a.m., when the village was steeped in silence, Vivienne abruptly woke to find a figure standing by her bed. She simply looked at him and leaned back against her pillows, “Decided to show up, huh?”

The man sighed softly, “You shouldn’t have come.”

Moonlight streamed into the room, illuminating the man’s features.

It was Sebastian. Or rather, Percival.

“If I hadn’t come, how long were you planning to hide?” Vivienne's voice was calm yet cutting.