The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

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...

Suddenly, Percival shuddered. Ms. Hawthorn?! Vivienne was also the young lady of the Hawthorn

family. Could it really be her?

He gathered his thoughts, and looked up at Eartha, "Do you remember what Ms. Hawthorn looks like?"

Eartha's heart skipped a beat. Oh no! Could the young master find out and want to give Ms. Vivienne a

hard time? He couldn't know this. Ms. Vivienne just said that the Isolde's treatment tomorrow was

crucial, if because of him, Ms. Hawthorn stopped treating her, then the young miss...

Thinking of this, Eartha hurriedly said, "I can't recall."

Percival was silent for a moment, nodded, and didn't ask further.

After Eartha went back into the ward, Leopold glanced at Percival, "Mr. Ellington, why didn't you ask

Arabella to treat Isolde when we were at the Hawthorn family's house the other day? Maybe she could

really cure Isolde."

Even though in his heart, no one could match the medical skills of Mystic Mistress, but Isolde's

condition was serious, and she might only have a few months left.

He couldn't find Mystic Mistress for now. Even if Arabella couldn't cure Isolde, prolonging her life was

also possible, at least they would have more time to find someone else.

Percival slightly lifted his narrow eyes and said softly, "Are you sure the one who saved Isolde was

Arabella?"

Leopold was taken aback, then said, "Who else could it be, apart from Arabella?"

Thomas raised his eyes and said lightly, "Mr. Sterling, the Hawthorn family has another daughter who

just returned."

"Vivienne?" Leopold widened his eyes, "How is that possible? Hasn't she been living in the

countryside? I heard she didn't even graduate from high school." Of course, these were all said by

Beatrice.

Percival gave him a sidelong glance, then took out his phone from his pocket, found the call Vivienne

made to him that day, and dialed it. "Ms. Hawthorn, this is Percival."

Tranquil Estates.

Upon receiving Percival's call, Vivienne raised an eyebrow, "Mr. Ellington, ready to call it quits?"

Percival on the other end was speechless. She set the direction of the conversation the moment she

opened her mouth.

He cleared his throat, "Ms. Hawthorn, you're such a rare gem of a wife. How could I bear to part ways

with you? I'd like to invite you to dinner."

"I don't have time." Almost the moment Percival finished his sentence, Vivienne flatly rejected him.

She paused then added, "Or, we could have a farewell dinner before you, Mr. Ellington, call it quits."

"I found a pendant at Emerald Mountain, thought it was yours. But now it seems you didn't lose

anything, so I won't bother you anymore."

Before he could finish, Vivienne flinched, murmuring, "Send me the restaurant's address."

Percival cracked a smile, "Sure."

Half an hour later.

Graceful Hotel, VIP room.

Vivienne pushed the door open, Percival was already waiting inside. This time, he wasn't in a

wheelchair.

Vivienne just gave him a blank look, and walked up to him, "Where's the pendant?" C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

Percival took out a brightly colored, intricately carved pendant from his high-end suit pocket. Vivienne

reached out to get it, but he quickly put it back in his pocket, "Is this pendant important to you?"

Vivienne looked at him coldly without saying a word.

With a subtle hint of red on his lips, Percival exuded elegance and sophistication in every move. A faint

smile hung on his lips as he said, "Shall we have dinner first?"