The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 779

Victoria's gaze followed Vivienne's motion, turning to face the screen. The dim room, lined with high-tech medical paraphernalia, flickered with the sterile glow of the monitors. There, in the cold embrace of the hospital bed, lay a woman whose pallor was so ghostly it seemed to drain the life from her surroundings. Only the misty rhythm of her breath against the pale blue mask of the respirator bore witness to her clinging to life.

The footage was silent, yet Victoria could almost hear the incessant beep of the heart monitor haunting her ears. She held her breath, her heartbeat thundering, threatening to burst through her eardrums. She didn't need to be a medical expert to know her mother's condition was dire.

The arms that had once held her so tenderly were now a roadmap of scars—a patchwork of pain. Some were old, their wounds healed to leave nothing but pale ghosts on her skin. Others were fresh, angry, and brown, each one a raw nerve in Victoria's heart.

"Mom..." her lips trembled, teeth chattering, a broken cry tearing through her throat.

Her sobs filled the living room, spreading like a sorrowful tide.

Vivienne watched in silence, gesturing to Anna and the others, who quietly ushered Kaitlyn out of the room, their steps retreating up the staircase.

Kaitlyn couldn't resist glancing back to see Victoria, who always seemed so formidable, now as vulnerable as a child who had lost her favorite toy. Her shoulders shook with helpless despair, a mirror to the time Kaitlyn had stood amid the rubble, feeling the world collapse around her. Maybe she had misjudged Victoria all along?

Her thoughts were cut short as she ascended the stairs, leaving behind Vivienne, who leaned over to pick up the laptop lying on the coffee table.

"All these years, you've been helping Gavin, hoping he'd take care of your mom, right?" she said softly.

Victoria nodded, her once proud posture collapsing as she sank to the floor. Her voice was hoarse. "I thought... if I did well enough, he'd tell me where my mom was. I never imagined... I didn't know he would treat her like this."

"We didn't either," Vivienne reassured, patting her shoulder.

"Do you know these men?" she asked, referring to Emrys and the others trying to make themselves invisible on the floor.

Wiping away her tears, Victoria looked over with red, swollen eyes. Suddenly, her gaze froze, and her lips parted in disbelief. "Uncle?"

"Uncle?" Vivienne echoed, a speculative tone in her voice. "Gavin's brother?"

Sniffling, Victoria felt caught in a web of deceit. "Yes, his half-brother Emrys. According to the Abernathy family records, he died over a decade ago. But here he is, alive!"

At the mention of his name, Emrys—who had been tied up by the Nine Mystics Society like a hog for slaughter—stared wide-eyed at Victoria, writhing on the ground with desperation in his eyes.

Vivienne approached and ripped the duct tape from his mouth. "What do you want to say?"