Chapter 8


    At the entrance of the mall.


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    Seeing Vivienne being stubborn, Arabe angrily walked off with the two girls next to her. She definitely


    didn''t want to get in trouble because of Vivienne.


    After Vivienne gave the little girl an injection, her breathing gradually became steady. Just then, the


    ambnce arrived at the scene. She removed the silver needles from the girl''s body and ced them


    in a needle box. She then reassured the middle-aged woman, "She''s out of danger for now, but she still


    needs to be taken to the hospital for further treatment."


    After saying that, Vivienne stood up to leave.


    "I''m from the Hawthorn family." She dropped this line before she turned and left.


    When Percival and his group arrived, they just caught a glimpse of Vivienne''s retreating figure. This


    time, he was in a wheelchair, being pushed by Thomas. Percival watched Vivienne''s back, feeling a


    sense of familiarity. Before he could think more about it, Leopold had already reached Isolde and


    asked, "Isolde, how are you doing?"


    Isolde gave him a weak smile. "Leopold, I''m fine. Ady just saved me. She was amazing."


    Isolde was still semi-conscious when Vivienne first arrived.


    "Ady?" Leopold was a bit puzzled.


    "Yes, a beautifuldy. She gave me a pill and I felt better. And..." Isolde''s voice grew excited. "She used


    a few needles on me. It was a bit painful but I felt so much better."


    Leopold was taken aback, thenughed, "Well, she can''t be better than Mystic Mistress." In his heart,


    Mystic Mistress was unrivaled.


    Percival nced back at the figure disappearing into the distance, deep in thought.


    "I''m sorry. I got you worried." Seeing Percival''s silence, Isolde thought he was angry and cautiously


    apologized.


    Percival looked into her clear eyes, and all his anger and worry vanished. He gently patted Isolde''s


    head, his voice gentle, "Let''s go to the hospital first."


    In the VIP ward of the hospital.


    Bruce burst into the room, his handsome face filled with excitement. "Mr. Ellington, good news, the


    toxins in Isolde''s body have been reduced by more than half."


    He was Isolde''s personal doctor and only responsible for her condition. He had alsoe to


    Havenwood with Isolde, but Isolde, due to her insecurities about her appearance, tended to avoid


    people. So he usually didn''t appear in front of her. He had therefore not apanied them to the mall.


    Leopold shot up from his seat, staring at Bruce in disbelief. "Are you serious?"


    Percival''s eyes also showed a hint of surprise. "Are you sure?"


    "Yes!" Bruce handed Percival the medical report, his voice filled with excitement. "Not only that, the


    pus-filled boil near Isolde''s eye has also disappeared."


    Hearing this, Leopold''s eyes widened. "The boil is gone? Are you kidding?"


    Though Isolde was not conventionally beautiful, she wasn''t born this way. At the age of two, Isolde was


    poisoned, which caused many boils and sores to appear on her face. The poison was so strong that


    even after three years of continued medical investigation, they still couldn''t identify what the toxin was.


    Let alone control its spread. In fact, if they couldn''t find an antidote, Isolde might not survive past this


    Christmas.


    Percival found this deeply troubling. Few knew that he should have been the one poisoned, but his


    sister had taken the blow for him.


    "How could I joke about something like this?" Bruce retorted. "I''ve double-checked. The toxins in her


    body have indeed been reduced by more than half."


    Bruce turned to Percival, asking excitedly, "Mr. Ellington, which doctor did you find? They''re incredible."


    He had been studying medicine since he was young and was one of the few medical prodigies of his


    time, but he was helpless when it came to Isolde''s condition. This was a huge blow to him, so hearing


    that someone was able to reduce Isolde''s toxins by half made him very excited. He also saw this as an


    opportunity to learn and discuss the matter.


    Percival''s eyes flickered as he looked at Isolde, then asked Eartha, "Did the person who saved Isolde


    today leave a name?"


    After thinking for a moment, Eartha replied, "She only said she was from the Hawthorn family. I didn''t


    get the chance to ask more before she left."


    "From the Hawthorn family?" Leopold pondered for a moment, then said, "The only Hawthorn family in


    Havenwood is Arabe''s family. Did Arabe save her?"


    Thinking of this, Leopold pped his thigh. "Right, it must be her. I heard Arabe has been studying


    medicine with Dr. William, and she''s very beautiful too. That aligns with Isolde''s description."


    Percival said nothing.


    Leopoldughed and walked up to him, joking, "Mr. Ellington, why don''t you make use of your good


    looks and marry Ms. Hawthorn?"


    Percival looked up at him, then smacked him across the face. "Get lost."


    He felt a headacheing on. Since he had agreed to call off the engagement, there was no turning


    back. He was silent for a moment, then said, "Thomas, prepare some gifts to send to the Hawthorn


    family''s house. Say they''re from me."


    Normally, he should go in person. But he thought thedy from the Hawthorn family might not want to


    see a disabled person like him.


    At Tranquil Estates.


    When Vivienne returned home, Dorian and Cordelia were sitting motionless on the couch, their


    expressions carrying a hint of tension. Vivienne poured a ss of water, looking at them, "What''s up


    with you guys?"


    Dorian, upon seeing Vivienne, immediately stood up and grabbed her arm, saying excitedly, "p me,


    quick!"


    Vivienne silently withdrew her hand, coughed lightly, "What''s bothering you?"


    "I feel like I''m dreaming." Dorian looked at the house, cleared his throat, and said, "I did a quick search,


    and the furniture alone in this house costs a few thousand dors. And they''re renting this amazing


    ce to us for just fifty dors a month. You tell me, is this some kind of trap?"


    While speaking, Dorian nced towards the door, then whispered, "Should we run for it? If the


    scammer shows up with his henchmen, we wouldn''t be able to escape."


    Vivienne''s mouth twitched, wondering if they were paranoid or something. She patted Dorian''s


    shoulder, "Mr. Hawthorn, we''re at Tranquil Estates now."


    Dorian blinked, "I know. The most luxurious neighborhood in Havenwood."


    "Do you think anyone would dare to conduct such illegal pyramid schemes in such a high-end area?"


    Vivienne was somewhat helpless.


    "After all, you''re the son of the Hawthorn family, and you''ve seen a lot. Why are you so nervous about a


    house?"


    Dorian was stumped, "You''re right."


    He paused for a moment, then asked again, "But why is thendlord renting this apartment to us so


    cheaply?" He couldn''t figure it out.


    Vivienne rubbed her temples, "Didn''t the agent tell you? Thendlord needs someone to look after the


    house?"


    "But isn''t fifty dors a month too little?"


    Vivienne chuckled, "Maybe thendlord is ''rich and kind-hearted''."


    "That makes sense. Thendlord is indeed rich and kind-hearted." Dorian nodded.


    ''Rich and kind-hearted'' Vivienne said - no, she was not kind-hearted at all. And she was broke. But


    what could she do? Her father was a penniless man.


    Cordelia, who had been nervous on the side, also rxed, "Since there''s nothing wrong with the


    house, let''s just live here with peace of mind. We''re able to live in such a nice house, it must be


    because of the good luck Vivienne brings us."