The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 993

Picking up the phone, Cordelia's voice was indeed hushed, "Hey Viv, I heard from Leo that it was you who asked him to have a heart-to-heart with Flynn. Your aunt feels terrible about it and insisted I call to say thanks."

Vivienne replied calmly, "No need to thank me, Cordelia. Leo was just bumming around; a dinner invite is more than enough."

Cordelia chuckled on the other end, "Can't just treat a guest who's been such a big help so casually. I remember Leo loves my homemade pasta. I'll whip up a batch later."

Vivienne remembered something, "Oh, Cordelia, aunt gave me a locket last time we met by the elevator, said it was a family heirloom. I'll bring it over next time."

Cordelia sighed, "Delilah, always thinking of these sentimental things... If only things could have been different... Ah."

Realizing she might have said too much, Cordelia quickly changed the subject, "Don't overthink it, Viv. Your aunt's just a bit sensitive. I'll take care of the locket."

Vivienne nodded, not pressing further.

It was clear Cordelia cared deeply for her sister, and some truths might not be entirely objective anyway.

After hanging up, Vivienne listened to the faint sounds outside from Mr. Wolf.

After a busy morning, the sudden calm made Vivienne feel a wave of exhaustion.

She lay down and fell into a deep sleep within minutes, her dreams continuing from before.

This time, she witnessed Abigail consuming a human heart, blood dripping everywhere, her eyes fixed on Vivienne, a strange smile on her lips, "Vivienne, they're nothing compared to you!"

Vivienne's eyes turned cold; she tried to summon her power, but found herself restrained, her abilities gone.

Abigail's figure approached, her beautiful face cloaked in malice, her blood-dripping fingertip aimed straight at Vivienne's heart.

Waking up again, Vivienne frowned at the empty room.

Getting up, she checked the room's arrangement.

She never believed in old wives' tales.

If the first time was due to hormonal imbalances from pregnancy, then this time must have been influenced by external factors.

These dreams clearly meant someone was trying to manipulate her emotions.

Everything in the room was familiar, even the jars Sasha mentioned contained nothing harmful to the fetus, nor anything that could stimulate one's psyche.

The only other items were her and Mr. Wolf’s everyday belongings.

Where exactly had Abigail struck from?

When Percival entered, he found Vivienne standing by the table, eyeing some jars.

Noticing him, she squinted, "Mr. Wolf, do you think Abigail is nearby?"

Sensing Vivienne's mood shift, Percival's gaze darkened, setting aside what he was holding to approach, "Viv, don't worry. We've secured the area. She can't get close, and neither can anyone else."

"Don’t let these emotions get to you."

Vivienne nodded.

Mr. Wolf was right.

If she could be so easily disturbed, Abigail wouldn't need to lift a finger to dismantle her from the inside.

But Vivienne was no victim.

She intended to find Abigail's trail amongst these belongings and catch her herself.

It was clear.

Rather than killing her outright, Abigail seemed to relish in torturing her first.

Like a seasoned butcher who lets the animal bleed out a bit before the kill, ensuring the meat, especially the organs, remain fresh.

From the moment Alyssa targeted Mr. Wolf, Vivienne sensed it.

Destroying those she cared about to drive her to madness was exactly what Abigail wanted to see.