The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 923

Sasha leaned on her hand with a smirk, grasping a first aid kit in the other, diligently applying ointment to Vivienne's bruised cheek.

Vivienne's lips, a shade of crimson, curled slightly. "This jacket of mine is barely holding together, might as well let him throw in the towel."

Sasha's brows knitted slightly at the comment, pressing a bit harder with the ointment. Vivienne hissed, "Geez, tough love! Got a husband and forgot your daughter, huh?"

"Zip it, or my hand might 'accidentally' slip, making you yelp in pain," Sasha retorted, pinching Vivienne's chin.

The banter went back and forth between the mother and daughter, with Vivienne occasionally dropping hints about her latest findings.

"Just the other day, I mentioned that case where the woman's heart was harvested. It wasn't an isolated incident; there have been disappearances elsewhere too. Yesterday, Mr. Wolf and I tracked a lead to a small town, and if I'm not mistaken, that place is swarming with snipers."

"What's odd, though, is that when Mr. Wolf and I entered, nobody took a shot at us. Logically, they should've taken us out on sight."

Sasha furrowed her brows, her tone grave, "You and Percival might be carrying something they need."

Vivienne seemed to agree with that theory. But what could it be that they needed?

Shifting gears, Vivienne dipped her finger in a glass of water, sketching symbols she recalled seeing in the town on the dining table.

Each symbol appeared simple yet was difficult to replicate accurately. She managed to draw them roughly on the table.

"Yesterday, during my visit to the town, I stumbled upon these symbols. Mom, do you recognize any of them?"

Sasha glanced over, a shadow of recognition crossing her features. "I think I've seen these symbols in a book before, but not from around here. They're from a foreign text."

"I didn't delve deep into it at the time. It might take a while to dig that information up."

Vivienne nodded in understanding. "Thanks, Mom. I want to get to the bottom of this. It could help us plan our next move."

"What's this about a next move?" Arthur chimed in, entering with two trays.

Vivienne went silent, her gaze shifting to the trays in Arthur's hands.

Arthur proudly placed the breakfast he prepared in front of Vivienne and Sasha. One plate bore thick slices of American toast topped with fried eggs and a generous squirt of ketchup, with Arthur drawing two big smiley faces on them to cheer up his daughter.

Vivienne, spotting the toast's smiley faces, paused, then stoically took a bite. Truth be told, she wasn't much for Western breakfasts, having a preference for something more traditional.

Arthur watched her face for any sign of approval. Vivienne ate quietly, giving nothing away.

Unable to contain himself, Arthur asked, "How's the taste, sweetheart? If it's not good, I'll make it again."

Sasha's gaze urged Vivienne for a serious critique.