The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 1131

"The effects?" Vivienne interrupted Brody's lament over Connor's fate with a tone that was sharp yet laced with curiosity.

"Oh, it's pretty significant!" Brody’s eyes shimmered with avarice. "It numbs the nerves, gradually corroding them to make room for new cells to take root. Downing it sends you into a state of self-loss, with brief moments of clarity at random times each day. It won’t kill you—consider it a form of mental and physical torture. Similar to what you're familiar with, yet vastly different. Death isn't an option under its influence, and as for an antidote, haven't gotten around to that yet."

As soon as Brody finished, Connor felt an intense gaze pierce him. He turned to Vivienne in panic, only to see a strange gleam in her eyes.

"If that's the case, why not test it on him? I'm quite eager to see if it really works as you describe."

Before anyone could react, Brody strode forward, forcing the concoction down Connor’s throat. Connor struggled weakly, to no avail, as Brody relentlessly continued until he lost consciousness.

Vivienne, devoid of any sympathy, watched Connor's limp form. "Go easy on him. I don’t need you breaking my toys permanently."

"Don’t worry. He won’t die without my permission. The cells will intervene at any sign of self-harm," Brody reassured her.

Vivienne nodded and returned to her lab bench, engrossed in her work.

Hours passed, with Vivienne lost in her research, not once breaking for food. Anna glanced over, concern etched on her face. "Ms. Vivienne, maybe you should eat something? It’s been quite a while since you took a break."

Vivienne looked up. "Did you order takeout?"

Embarrassed, Anna gestured towards the entrance where Percival stood, holding a strawberry cheesecake.

"Mr. Wolf, when did you get here?" Vivienne's eyes lit up at the sight of the cheesecake.

"Just arrived. Noticed you've been cooped up here for hours and hadn’t headed back, so I thought I’d check on you. Lost track of time again?" Percival set down the cake, inviting Anna to join them.

Vivienne eagerly dove into the cheesecake, the familiar taste bringing a smile to her face. "Did you make this yourself?"

"Yes," Percival replied, wiping a smudge of cream from her lip. "What about the kids? Did someone pick them up?"

The room fell silent, the mention of the kids reminding them of their oversight.

"We forgot about the kids," Vivienne mumbled, checking the time. School had ended over an hour ago.