The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 9

Vivienne returned to her own bedroom and walked to the window, her expression extremely serious. She thought about the little girl she had just saved at the entrance of the mall, her brow furrowed tightly.

She had spotted it instantly. The girl was poisoned, and not just by any poison but a potent one concocted by her own mother that could mutilate the face if it took effect. Before her mom passed, someone had come to snatch the formula for the poison. It had taken her years to figure out the antidote.

Vivienne tapped her fingers lightly against the window sill, deep in thought. Time was running out for the girl. Who in the world took the poison formula, and why on earth would they poison a kid?

Vivienne ceased her tapping, pulled out her phone and dialed Matthew.

"Can you check if any hospital admitted a five-year-old girl with sores all over her face today?"

Matthew responded with a quick "okay" and hung up. Vivienne leaned against the window with her phone in hand, waiting quietly. About half an hour later, Matthew called back, "Found her. She's in the VIP ward in Havenwood Hospital's internal medicine department."

"Alright, got it."

Two days later.

Vivienne arrived at Havenwood Hospital. As she got out of the cab and walked into the hospital, a black sedan zoomed past her.

Inside the car, Percival caught sight of Vivienne in the rear-view mirror. His eyes narrowed instantly, "Stop the car."

Thomas hit the brakes hard, sending everyone lurching forward. He turned to ask, "What’s up, Mr. Ellington?"

Percival didn't answer. He didn't even wait for Thomas to help him with his wheelchair. He just opened the car door and got out. He scanned the crowd for the figure he saw earlier but couldn't find her.

Leopold got out of the car and walked up to him, asking, "What's going on?"

Percival withdrew his gaze, "Nothing, let's go."

On the other side.

Vivienne entered the VIP ward. She stood at the ward door, looking at the little girl.

The girl looked much better after taking her medicine. Vivienne rested her hand on the doorknob, debating whether to go in.

This was one of the toughest decisions she'd ever made in her life. Getting involved could blow her cover. Her mother's affairs were complicated, and she needed to remain low-key. But the thought of the little girl's bright, clear eyes gave her pause. If only someone had helped her ten years ago, she wouldn't have had to watch her mother die right before her eyes. She couldn't bear the thought of the same thing happening to this five-year-old girl.

Just as she was hesitating, the ward door opened. "Miss, is that you? Are you here to see me?" Isolde asked, her eyes sparkling as she grabbed Vivienne's hand, feeling very delighted. She'd caught a glimpse of someone outside the ward who resembled the lady who'd saved her, so she ran out without thinking. To her surprise, it was really her.

Vivienne looked down at the hands holding hers, then up into Isolde's clear eyes. Her heart was inexplicably softened. She gave a small smile, "Yes, I came to see you."

"I knew you'd come to see me," Isolde said excitedly, tugging at Vivienne's hand. "Miss, can we go in?"

Vivienne was pulled along by her, unconsciously entering the ward room.

Eartha looked surprised to see Vivienne, "Ms. Hawthorn?"

Vivienne nodded, "Yeah, I came to take care of some things and saw you guys here, so I came over."

Eartha quickly poured Vivienne a glass of water, "Please, have a seat."

Vivienne nodded, then turned to Isolde, "I'm here to check on you."