The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 495

Vivienne's eyes narrowed as she and Percival rushed to the attacked stronghold of the Miller family.

“Imogen’s got some nerve,” Percival said, his voice turning cold.

Launching a preemptive strike on the Miller family's stronghold, she aimed to distract Vivienne, buying herself time to escape.

Vivienne gripped the steering wheel, her tires leaving deep marks on the asphalt as she drove.

Her face was as dark as a storm cloud, fury simmering within her.

With a screeching halt, the car arrived at the Miller family's stronghold.

It was an old Victorian mansion that served as the Miller family's headquarters within the Nine Mystics Society.

Mark had been one of the first Vivienne had brought into her fold, and this place was a home base for the Nine Mystic Society's members in Rivenwood.

Draven would often stay here when he was on missions.

It had always been secure.

But now, it had been struck with devastating damage!

The bronze front door was blasted halfway to oblivion, and the building was belching thick, black smoke. Firefighters and police officers were swarming the scene.

Aaron was there, talking to them, trying to piece together how the blaze had started.

After an investigation, they concluded it was a gas leak that led to the explosion.

But everyone inside the Nine Mystics Society knew better. Someone had planted a bomb at their doorstep, leading to the destruction and sending several brothers to the hospital.

After the firefighters and police had left, Aaron approached Vivienne, sweat beading on his forehead.

"Vivienne," he said, obviously fresh from receiving the news.

Vivienne nodded. "Just you here? Where's your dad?"

Aaron pursed his lips, "He was here when it happened. He's been taken to the hospital. Vivienne, can you... save him?"

Despite their strained relationship, Mark was still his father. The thought of losing him had never crossed Aaron’s mind.

Vivienne's eyes took on a shadowy gleam. "Yeah, I got it. Anna will take care of things here."

Aaron did not respond; they just looked at Vivienne deeply.

He knew his strength was not enough, not by far.

Like the panicked call he received about the explosion at home, it had left him in utter disarray.

He felt inadequate beside Vivienne.

Sensing the turmoil in Aaron's eyes, Vivienne clapped him on the shoulder. "The future of the Miller family is in your hands now."

Aaron was taken aback, not quite understanding her meaning.

But Vivienne was not one for explanations. When the time came, Aaron would understand.

Vivienne and Percival got back in the car and headed to the hospital.

Most of the Nine Mystics Society's members had been treated at the hospital. Only a few who were near the blast were still in surgery.

Mark had been closest to the explosion and was the most severely injured.

Vivienne stood outside the operating room, already in her surgical scrubs.

She had managed to save the others upon arrival at the hospital.

Now, only Mark remained.

Slipping on her gloves, she looked back at Percival.

He gave her a reassuring half-smile and said, "Everything's ready. Go on."