The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Vivienne was taken aback.

This was something she had not anticipated.

When she had left the Ellington estate, everything seemed fine.

Fiona had been the picture of health, her cheeks flushed with life, showing no signs of organ failure.

“I reckon someone will give you a call,” Percival spoke through sobs, which Vivienne guessed belonged

to Heloise.

Vivienne reassured him calmly, “Don’t worry.”

With a brief acknowledgment, they ended the call.

Vivienne lay on her bed, but her phone buzzed to life before long.

It was Flynn.

“Vivienne, it’s Flynn, Percival’s uncle. I hate to bother you this late, but could you come to the hospital?

It’s Fiona… She’s on her last legs.”

Vivienne raised an eyebrow, a lazy smirk playing on her lips as she rested a hand on her temple.

“What’s the trouble?”

“Fiona’s got complete organ failure. The family told me it was you who brought my dad back from the

brink. Could you please come and work your magic on Fiona? Let bygones be bygones and help us

save her, will you?”

Hearing Flynn’s choked-up voice, Vivienne’s smile widened. “Alright! I’m on my way.”

Flynn exhaled a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Vivienne, thank you.”

Vivienne chuckled, “No sweat. You’re Mr. Wolf’s most respected uncle.”

Flynn fell silent on the other end as if catching the hidden meaning in her words. But he said no more

and hung up.

Twenty minutes later.

Vivienne arrived at the hospital to find Percival waiting by the entrance.

Seeing Vivienne had not even bothered with a coat, he draped his trench coat over her shoulders.

“What’s the rush?”

“Uncle Flynn called. How could I not hurry?” Vivienne said with a soft, playful smile as she and Percival

made their way to the surgical floor where Fiona was.

Heloise was still on the floor, wailing incessantly, cursing Vivienne as the cause of all evil.

Upon seeing Vivienne, Heloise charged at her. “What are you doing here, you little wretch? Come to

gloat over my daughter, have you? Let me tell you, if anything happens to her, I’ll make sure you pay.

Even after I become a ghost, I’ll haunt you forever!”

Vivienne looked down at Heloise with a deeper smile, one that did not seem sincere at all. “Would you

rather I turn you into a ghost now?”

Heloise collapsed to the floor, trembling. For a moment, she thought she saw the spirits of the dead

clinging to Vivienne.

Flynn approached with the medical reports, and seeing Heloise making a scene, he dragged her away.

“Heloise, stay out of Fiona’s business from now on!”

With Heloise around, she was nothing but trouble.

He then turned to Vivienne, saying, “Don’t take it to heart, Vivienne. Heloise’s gone a bit mad. The

hospital has agreed to let you into the OR. Fiona’s personal physician, Sienna, will assist you there.”

Vivienne handed the trench coat back to Percival and took the reports from Flynn. “Okay.”

With that, she entered the operating room.

Cecilia was by Richard’s side. Although her feelings towards Fiona had cooled, she still worried for her,

having watched her grow up.

Percival sat beside his grandfather and mother, waiting quietly for Vivienne to emerge.

Flynn paced nervously, and Imogen, unsure what to say, simply stood by his side.

Heloise was still shaken by her hallucination of Vivienne, cowering in the corner.

Inside the OR, Vivienne donned surgical scrubs and joined the team.

Including Calista, there were five doctors.

“Mrs. Ellington, we’ve been waiting for you. Ms. Fiona is critical; we don’t have much time,” Calista

handed Vivienne a scalpel. “Let’s begin.”

Vivienne took the scalpel, turning her back to Calista, and began the operation on Fiona.

She was focused, her eyes shifting between the monitors and Fiona, seemingly unaware of the five

people surrounding her.

Standing behind Vivienne with a scalpel in hand, Calista looked menacingly at her back.

She signaled to two others, each holding a rope, trying to loop it around Vivienne from behind. Their

plan to restrain her failed miserably as the ropes they had knotted snapped. Taken by surprise, they

stumbled and fell to the floor.

The others lunged at Vivienne with their scalpels, but she remained calm, dexterously removing the

toxin-infected parts from Fiona’s kidney.

In the next instant, the two closest to Vivienne collapsed, blood spewing from their mouths.Books

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Still not looking up, Vivienne switched to another instrument, moving to Fiona’s heart.

The first two assailants, back on their feet, drew knives and charged at her. Vivienne kicked a nearby

tray stand, sending it crashing into them. They fell, their hands pinned under the heavy stand, unable to

move without tearing off their limbs.

Calista could not believe how easily Vivienne had dispatched four skilled attackers as if they were

nothing.

Clutching her scalpel, Calista realized she was still behind Vivienne. She still had a chance…

“Dr. Sienna, how does having facial reconstruction feel?” Vivienne’s voice was calm, her attention

never straying from her delicate work. “Or perhaps I should address you as Calista Pendleton. It seems

more fitting.”

Amid their heated exchange, Vivienne, with cold precision, sliced Fiona’s heart in half and tossed it into

the trash can.

Calista was taken aback. She never expected Vivienne to see through her disguise so easily.

With nothing left to hide, Calista, brandishing a scalpel, charged at her adversary, “Vivienne, I swear,

you’re dead meat.”

But Vivienne sidestepped with an effortless grace, and to Calista’s horror, her blade sank deep into

Fiona’s thigh instead.

Fiona, previously unconscious, suddenly coughed up a gush of blood and looked on in despair, her

eyes wide with the betrayal they witnessed.

Vivienne’s laugh was radiant, dazzling like sunshine, “Oops, looks like I turned off your anesthesia.”

Fiona could not utter a word.

To be conscious and aware after having half of her heart cut out and lying there, gutted, was a terror

unto itself.

Calista, fury in her eyes, yanked the scalpel from Fiona’s leg and swung at Vivienne again.

Vivienne merely stepped back, and Calista, not watching her step, tripped over the two bleeding figures

on the floor.

Her scalpel, following her gaze, plunged straight into her brain through her eye socket.

Calista screamed.

Almost casually, Vivienne popped a life-saving pill into Calista’s mouth and gestured towards Fiona.

“Don’t fret. I’ll patch Fiona up first.”