The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

Outside the crowd, Percival and Leopold Sterling watched the scene unfold before them in

astonishment.

They knew Vivienne had some incredible medical skills, but they never expected that she could save

someone from the brink of death.

"I never thought there would be anyone with better medical skills than the Mystic Mistress in this world.

Mr. Ellington, you hit the jackpot by marrying Ms. Vivienne." Leopold said, looking quite hyped.

Who in the world could guarantee that they would never get sick in their lifetime?

Especially for people like them who lived life on the edge. They could be ambushed any day.

Having someone with top-notch medical skills by their side was like having an extra life.

Percival nodded. "Indeed."

Vivienne packed up her acupuncture kit and said to the lady, "She's out of immediate danger, but you

should still take her to the hospital for a thorough check-up."

After examining Clara, Vivienne knew that the elderly always had various health issues. So, even

though she managed to save Clara's life, the remaining issues were minor but still had to be attended

to. A trip to the hospital and maintaining her medicine would sort them out.

"I don’t need any payment."

With that, Vivienne, hand in hand with Thaddeus, was about to leave when she noticed someone

filming with their phone.

The culprit was a guy in his twenties.

Vivienne walked up to him and patted his shoulder. "Filming and uploading to social media without my

permission? I'll hold you accountable."

The young guy looked nervous. "Miss, you saved someone. If this gets on social media, you'll become

super famous. Don't you want that?"

"I don't." Vivienne replied casually, "Delete it."

Before the guy could say anything else, Vivienne had already taken his phone, did some swift finger

work, and the video was deleted.

"Hey, you..." Before the guy could react, Vivienne was already gone.

Vivienne walked out of the crowd and spotted Percival and the others immediately.

Isolde ran over and hugged her leg. "Vivienne."

The little girl was short, so whenever she wanted to hug Vivienne, she could only reach her legs.

Vivienne patted her head and smiled. "When did you get here?"

"We've been here since you started treating the person." They arrived at Tranquil Estates a little after

Vivienne left.

Plus, they drove here, so they arrived just minutes after Vivienne.

There was no parking spot nearby, so they planned to park somewhere close and coincidentally saw

Vivienne.

Vivienne hadn’t noticed them. “Let’s go.”

Isolde waved at Thaddeus. “Thaddeus.”

Thaddeus smiled back. “Isolde.”

Thaddeus was only two months older than Isolde, but every time she saw him, she made sure to greet

him properly.

Besides Percival, who was being pushed in a wheelchair by Thomas, everyone else was walking.

Recalling the scene of Vivienne saving the person, Leopold asked, "Ms. Vivienne, who'd you learn your

medical skills from? They are quite impressive."

Vivienne coldly responded, "I'm self-taught." Her words carried a hint of arrogance.

Leopold asked, "So if we need medical help in the future, can you help?"

Vivienne glanced at him and replied, "Sure, but it'll cost you."

"That's fair."

Leopold suddenly thought of something. "But why didn't you charge when you treated Isolde and the

elderly lady?"

"Because I wanted to, I felt like it. Got a problem with that?" Her attitude left Leopold puzzled. He had

no clue what he did to upset her.

Vivienne's rates were actually quite low for her usual standards. Because she dealt with terminal

illnesses and emergencies, her prices were naturally high. Of course, it also depended on the specific

situation.

She treated both Isolde and Clara out of her own free will, hence no charges. For the wealthy, her

starting price was high. It was just the consultation fee alone and didn't include medication.

However, for some reason, she couldn't publicly acknowledge her medical skills, so she hadn't treated

many people so far. On the other hand, rich people usually had their own family doctors and regular

health checks, so there weren't many critically ill people needing her treatment.

Of course, if she encountered someone who was decent but not well-off, she'd treat them for free.

Leopold asked, "Ms. Vivienne, do you have something against me?" Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Vivienne suddenly laughed. "Guess?"

Leopold was speechless. He had no clue.

At the Hawthorn family’s home.

Arabella had just finished her meal when Doreen Baker came. She came to pick up Arabella to treat

her daughter, Faye Churchill, at the Baker family’s mansion. Arabella didn't hesitate and immediately

followed Doreen.

The Baker family's mansion was in the northern villa district. It was quite a distance from the Hawthorn

family’s mansion. It took over forty minutes to drive there.

The Baker family's mansion was even more luxurious than the Hawthorn's. It had a slightly classical

decor that oozed sophistication.

Bertha was the one who opened the door. "Is this Arabella? Come in; we've been waiting for you."

Arabella greeted her politely with a smile. Despite her courteous attitude, there was a hint of arrogance

in her tone.

Bertha ushered Arabella inside and then ordered the maid, "Quickly make a coffee for Miss Arabella."

Arabella interjected. "No need; I still have to study. Let's see the patient first."

"Faye's upstairs; let's head up." Doreen noticed that ever since Arabella arrived at the Baker Mansion,

she had been acting kinda frosty. It rubbed her the wrong way.

But she had to bite her tongue, considering Arabella was here to treat her daughter.

Arabella frowned a bit. She was clearly not thrilled but didn't say anything and followed Doreen

upstairs.

The curtains in Faye's room were pulled tight, so the room was very dark.

Doreen flipped on the light, and the room brightened up.

Faye wasn't having it when she heard someone was coming to treat her. She was curled up in the

corner, refusing to budge.

Arabella tried to coax her. "Ms. Faye, I can't treat you if you won't let me see your face. I'm a doctor;

you’ve gotta trust me."

Faye just sat in her corner with her knees drawn up and her head buried deep between her legs. She

didn't utter a word and didn't move an inch.

Arabella tried to persuade her for a long time, but Faye didn't react at all. Arabella was now getting a bit

peeved. "Ms. Faye, I've taken time off from my studies to treat you. If you won't cooperate, I'm just

gonna have to leave."