The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

Over at Baker Manor.

Faye's been taking the meds Arabella prescribed for three straight days now, but her condition hasn't

improved a bit.

She had a constant fever and was extremely weak, even vomiting and suffering diarrhea frequently.

Bertha and Doreen were very anxious.

Just as the family doctor was administering fever reducers to Doreen, Bertha asked urgently, "Dr.

Marcus, how's Faye doing? Can her fever be brought down?"

"Ms. Faye's condition is bloody serious. She's been burning up for three days straight. Normally, she

shouldn't get feverish again so soon after the fever subsides, but she starts getting hot again only

seven or eight hours after taking the medicine. The fever reducers aren't working on her today."

Dr. Marcus said seriously, "And her constant vomiting and diarrhea can't be stopped. If this continues,

Ms. Faye's life could be in danger. I suggest taking her to the hospital."

"But Ms. Hawthorn told us this is normal, it means the toxins in Faye's body are being expelled. She

told us to reduce the fever first, and only after the fever subsides can we apply the ointment, which is

key to treating Faye's face." Doreen, looking at the weakened Faye on the bed, was deeply worried.

But she knew what curing the face meant for Faye.

In the days following her disfigurement, Faye had endured much humiliation. Faye lost hope for life,

and she couldn't bear the thought of her daughter living such a life.

"Are you still worried about this at this point?" Bertha said sternly, "Saving Faye's life is the most

important thing. I think that Arabella is not a qualified doctor at all. She doesn't even have a medical

license, how can she treat people? We might have been tricked by her."

"That can't be true. There were many people present that day, and everyone was saying that it was

Arabella who cured Isolde's face. Mom, I want to give it a shot, you know, Faye's current life is like

being dead, only if her face recovers, she can be happy. Let's wait a bit longer, see if Faye's fever will

subside, if not, let Arabella come and see."

In fact, Doreen had called Arabella several times in the past two days. At first, Arabella patiently

explained that the toxins were being expelled and the fever was normal, but later Arabella seemed a bit

impatient and even stopped answering the phone.

She was actually angry with Arabella, but for her daughter's illness, she held back.

Now at this crucial moment, she really didn't want to give up.

"You're being foolish!" Bertha huffed, "Faye has already turned into this, and you're still waiting for

Arabella, do you want her to kill Faye to be satisfied?”

"Mom!" Doreen yelled, crying, "Faye is my only daughter, how can I bear to see her die? But Faye is

really suffering too much, seeing her like this, I also feel terrible. This is her last chance, I don't want to

give it up."

As the two continued to argue, Dr. Marcus interjected, "Can you show me the prescription Ms.

Hawthorn gave you? If there is no problem, we can wait and see if the fever will subside!"

Doreen nodded and quickly fetched the prescription.

Dr. Marcus looked at the prescription and was silent for a long time.

Doreen immediately had a bad feeling, "Is there a problem with the prescription?"

Dr. Marcus shook his head and said, "There's no problem as far as I can see. This prescription is

mainly for clearing heat and detoxification, but I can't pinpoint what's wrong. It just feels a bit off."

Dr. Marcus paused for a moment and said, "Let's wait for another hour. If Ms. Faye's fever doesn't

subside, we'll have to rush her to the hospital. Ms. Faye's condition is very terrible, so we can't waste

any more time. I can assure you that her life will not be in danger in the next two hours. But if we

continue to wait, I can't guarantee that."

Doreen nodded, then said to Bertha, "Mom, did you hear that? Dr. Marcus said we can wait another

hour, let's wait a bit longer!"

"Whatever!" Bertha was furious. She didn't have the patience to deal with Doreen and turned to walk

away.

She really hoped that her granddaughter's face could be cured.

But if she no longer had a life, what's the point of having a cured face?

Doreen is really like a headless chicken now.

Bertha walked to the hall on the first floor, had just taken a sip of water, when the maid came over and

said, "Ma'am, Clara is here."

Bertha said joyfully, "Oh, has my sister been discharged? Please let her in."

Bertha stood up and walked towards the doorway.

Soon, Clara was ushered in. Seeing her, Bertha happily took her hand and said, "Clara, you just got

discharged, you should rest well, why did you come here?”

"I was bored at home, so I came to chat with you." Clara said with a smile.

Bertha let Clara sit down and said, "Did your son and daughter-in-law go on a business trip again?

Really, no matter how busy they are, they should accompany you. Your three sons are all busy as

beavers, with only one granddaughter in Havenwood who can take care of you?"

"I'm used to it." Clara felt a bit uncomfortable but she was already used to it.

Her three sons were all busy, no one to take care of her, so they proposed to take turns looking after

her for a few months.

The day she was rescued by Vivienne at the amusement park, she had just returned from her second

son's house overseas, and it was her youngest son Anthony's turn to take care of her for the next few

months.

But Anthony was busier, Clara's granddaughter had to go to school, so it was just her and the maid at

home.

Fortunately, Havenwood was her hometown, with many of her friends here, Bertha was one of her

good friends, she could chat with Bertha when she was bored.

Bertha said, "Same here. Ever since my hubby passed away, I'm all alone at home, with the kids

always on the run. Luckily, my daughter recently moved back in with my granddaughter, so at least she

can keep me company." Bertha let out a sigh, "I planned to drop by your place a couple of days ago,

but my granddaughter suddenly came down with a high fever and I couldn't get myself away. I didn't

expect you to come to me first."

"Faye has a fever? Is it serious? Where's she hospitalized? I can visit her," Clara asked, worried.

Bertha said, "It's pretty serious, and I wanted to rush her to the hospital, but Doreen was dead set

against it."

Clara frowned, "Faye's burning up and they still won't take her to the hospital? Isn't that a gamble with © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Faye's life?"

"Ah..." Bertha sighed again, "Doreen's already on edge about Faye's facial issue. She heard that Ms.

Hawthorn had cured Isolde's face and insisted she treat Faye. But after Faye took Ms. Hawthorn's

medicine, her fever spiked, she started throwing up and having diarrhea, now she's bedridden, it's

really bad. I told Doreen to take Faye to the hospital immediately, but she won't budge, saying the fever

is normal."

"Ms. Hawthorn?" Clara was taken aback, then laughed, "Ms. Hawthorn's medical skills are indeed top-

notch. I'll level with you, I fainted and almost died this time, but Ms. Hawthorn saved me."

"Really?" Bertha was surprised that Clara was also saved by Arabella.

"Yes, Ms. Hawthorn is a really good person. If it's her medicine, then you can rest easy."

Bertha gave a bitter laugh, "She might have a soft spot for you. She seems pretty impatient when it

comes to treating Faye's illness. This time when Faye got sick, we asked her several times but she

wouldn't come, later on she even stopped taking our calls."

"No way!" Clara asked in disbelief, "The Ms. Hawthorn I know is a very kind person."

After a pause, Clara said, "Should I give Ms. Hawthorn a call, ask her to come over?"

"That would be a big help."