The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 214

The lights in the hospital room were dim. The only illumination came from the soft glow of the medical equipment.

After closing the door behind her, Arabella silently moved towards Beatrice's bed, studying her aged face. A cruel smile spread across her lips as she touched Beatrice's oxygen tube.

"Granny, you can't blame me for this. After all, you're the one who pushed me to this point. I never wanted to hurt you, but you gave me no choice."

With a smile still on her face, she reached out to remove Beatrice's oxygen tube.

"But your death will ensure Vivienne takes the blame for this forever. You could consider it your last good deed."

Just as she reached out, Beatrice, who had been lying there with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them wide and stared straight at Arabella.

Arabella jumped in surprise and took a step back.

Beatrice was only staring. She was unable to speak or move.

Arabella's smile faded. She swallowed her fear, reached out, and, without hesitation, removed the oxygen tube from Beatrice's nose.

Click!

The moment she did it, a pair of silver handcuffs were clamped onto her wrist.

The lights in the room suddenly brightened.

Arabella turned around in shock to see the doorway blocked by policemen. In a corner of the room, which she hadn't noticed before, sat a figure on a chair, watching her with a smile.

Vivienne!

"Bravo!" Vivienne sat there with her legs crossed, eagerly applauding Arabella. "Thanks for the free entertainment!"

"How did you find out?!" Arabella's face turned pale.

"You thought using a burner phone would protect you?" Vivienne laughed. Her smile was as radiant as it had ever been. As if she were mocking Arabella's naivety.

"Even if you destroy the phone, I can trace back the signals to the Hawthorn Mansion. Who else living in Hawthorn Mansion would need to secretly contact Beatrice?"

Arabella realized then that all of this was a setup. The police had deliberately leaked information about Beatrice waking up to lure the perpetrator.

She tried to escape, but all exits were blocked.

"You wanted to frame me?" Vivienne looked at the cornered and desperate Arabella as her lips curled up in a smirk. "You wish."

"Vivienne, I'll kill you! Why don't you just die?! Why are you always against me?!" She screamed and lunged at Vivienne, but Jaylan grabbed the handcuffs, controlling her.

She forgot that if she hadn't used Beatrice's finger to write that bloody "Vivienne" message, Vivienne wouldn't have been involved in this case, and she wouldn't have been exposed so quickly.

As many people say, “What goes around comes back around.”

"By the way." Vivienne clapped her hands, pulled out her phone, and started dialing. "I should report the good news to the Brooks family."

"Vivienne, I’ll kill you!" Arabella screamed, trying to stop her. She had already planned it out.

She was pregnant, so even if the police arrested her, they would have to release her on bail.

As long as she kept this secret and kept it off the news, the Brooks and Ellington families wouldn't find out.

So, her wedding with Paul could still proceed.

Once married, she could negotiate terms with Beatrice, and she could walk away from this scot-free.

But she didn't expect Vivienne to snitch to the Brooks family.

"Mr. Brooks." Vivienne had already dialed Scott's number. "Your daughter just attempted murder."

"Who's this?" Scott was taken aback. He had to move cautiously.