The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 12

In the following days, Dorian sent out resumes online everywhere, but no company was willing to hire him. All because he was Beatrice's son.

Dorian was greatly discouraged and had been feeling down for the past few days.

Meanwhile, Vivienne had been shuttling back and forth to the Hospital, treating Isolde.

After several days of treatment, coupled with her medication, Isolde's health improved significantly.

After the treatment, she packed up her acupuncture kit and said to Isolde, "Starting tomorrow, we're ditching the needles and using ointments. This is the crucial part, it might hurt like hell, and we do not have painkillers. You gotta tough it out."

Isolde bit her lip and gave a solemn nod, "Vivienne, don't you worry, I can handle it."

To avoid worrying the people who cared about her, she would endure the pain no matter how intense it was.

Vivienne gave a nod, then turned to Eartha, "Whip up some light food for her in the morning, and make sure she's downing plenty of water."

"Alright." Eartha didn't quite get why she agreed so easily to help Vivienne treat Isolde, and even cover it up from Percival. But over these few days, she had seen Isolde's condition getting better.

Maybe Vivienne really could cure Isolde.

After giving her instructions, Vivienne took off.

Half an hour later, Percival, Thomas, and Leopold returned. Isolde was by the window watching cartoons.

"You're back?" Isolde looked up at Percival, her voice full of delight.

Percival pushed the wheelchair over and gently touched her head, "How're you feeling today?"

"Feeling great, I think I'll be back to normal in no time." Isolde blinked and said with a smile.

She wanted to tell her brother about Vivienne treating her. But she had promised Vivienne not to tell anyone else.

Seeing her in high spirits, Percival felt a lot more at ease. He was silent for a moment, then said to Thomas, "Go ask Bruce if Isolde can be discharged."

"No discharge!" Isolde said anxiously upon hearing this.

"Don't you hate hospitals?" Percival slowly raised his hand and gently touched Isolde's face, his tone gentle, "It's too noisy here, not good for your rest."

Even though it was a VIP ward, it was still a hospital, and not quiet enough.

"But I like it here." Isolde blinked her bright eyes and grabbed his arm, pouting, "Can we not go home, please?"

If they went back, Vivienne wouldn't be able to treat her.

Percival looked at Isolde, his slender fingers drumming on the edge of the wheelchair, as if pondering something. After a while, he said, "Alright."

"Thanks!" Isolde smiled sweetly.

After she fell asleep, Percival called Eartha out. At the door of the ward, he asked in a low voice, "Why does Isolde suddenly want to stay in the hospital? Has she met any strangers?"

Isolde had always hated hospitals because of her illness; she even hated Bruce who treated her. She usually wouldn't cooperate if he wasn't there. There must be something fishy about her sudden request to stay in the hospital.

Eartha saw Percival's deep gazes, and felt a bit guilty, but still tried to stay calm, "She keeps mentioning Ms. Hawthorn who saved her. Perhaps she wants to wait for her here."

Eartha thought to herself: He should be able to accept this answer, right?

Percival thought of Vivienne, if she was the one who saved Isolde...