The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 967

In the midst of chaos, out of nowhere, a figure lunged towards the center of the commotion, a blood-dripping knife in hand, aiming straight for Vivienne and Percival. "Vivienne, Percival, this is the end for you!"

She remembered vividly, it was Percival's henchmen who had forcefully taken her aboard that dreadful ship where they broke her limbs without mercy.

And later, to compel her into submission, they severed the tendons in her limbs.

Ever since, she harbored a deep-seated desire to exact her revenge on the pair.

Upon hearing the commotion, Vivienne merely lifted her gaze and, with a swift motion, sent the attacker flying five meters away with a powerful kick before the blade could even graze her.

The assailant hit the ground, coughing up blood, yet refused to relinquish the opportunity to end the lives of her targets.

As Vivienne approached, the assailant, with a determined grasp on the knife and a last-ditch effort, lunged at Vivienne, desperation fueling her attack.

But Vivienne caught her hand effortlessly, the blood from the knife dripping onto her clothes.

A malevolent glint flashed in the eyes of the fallen woman.

Charlotte, who was nearby, noticed the tell-tale red spots on the attacker's arm and went pale with fear. "Vivienne, get away from her, she's got an infectious disease!"

Hearing the words "infectious disease," Percival's face turned ashen. He quickly pulled Vivienne to safety and, using his powers, flung the attacker away.

"Vivienne, we need to get you out of those clothes now!"

The disheveled woman struggled to her feet, spitting blood continuously.

However, upon seeing Percival's protective stance over Vivienne, she let out a raspy laugh filled with vindication.

"Heaven has eyes!"

"Indeed, heaven does watch over us!"

"Vivienne, always so aloof, let's see how you fare in your next life after enduring the same vile afflictions that have plagued me."

Members of the Nine Mystics Society quickly restrained the woman, intending to hand her over to their young master for judgment.

Upon seeing the woman's face, marked by a distinct scar, even Charlotte was taken aback. "My God, are you... Arabella Hawthorn?"

The name, long unspoken, triggered a profound reaction in Arabella, who glared at Charlotte with the ferocity of a cornered beast. "Don't you dare call me that name. I am not Arabella!"

Years of forced encounters, abortions, and confinement in a damp, cramped room had taken their toll on her, both physically and mentally.

It was another woman who had given her a glimmer of hope, advising her to assume the identity of Paula Brooks and seek refuge with the Miller family in Rivenwood.

Sadly, that woman didn't survive a month, succumbing to the brutal whims of a particularly violent client.

But before her death, she had revealed a secret about Arabella's true heritage.

Meanwhile, Vivienne watched as Mr. Wolf, also known as Percival, hastily removed her contaminated clothes and draped his jacket over her, his expression grave.

Hesitantly, she addressed him, "Mr. Wolf, I..."

"Percival, don't speak. Thomas is fetching the first aid kit from the car."

Vivienne, "..."

It seemed Mr. Wolf had overlooked a crucial detail.

Years of dealing with poisons had rendered her immune to most toxins. Furthermore, as a Specter Healer, she could easily diagnose Arabella's condition without close examination.

How could she not recognize it?

"Vivienne, we're heading to the hospital now!"

Watching Percival meticulously clean every drop of blood from her skin with alcohol swabs, Vivienne grasped his hand.

She feared if she didn't speak up, Mr. Wolf might succumb to undue panic.

"Mr. Wolf, my years of research into poisons have made me immune to such things."