Chapter 9


    Vivienne returned to her own bedroom and walked to the window, her expression extremely serious.


    She thought about the little girl she had just saved at the entrance of the mall, her brow furrowed tightly.


    She had spotted it instantly. The girl was poisoned, and not just by any poison but a potent one


    concocted by her own mother that could mutte the face if it took effect. Before her mom passed,


    someone hade to snatch the form for the poison. It had taken her years to figure out the


    antidote.


    Vivienne tapped her fingers lightly against the window sill, deep in thought. Time was running out for


    the girl. Who in the world took the poison form, and why on earth would they poison a kid?


    Vivienne ceased her tapping, pulled out her phone and dialed Matthew.


    "Can you check if any hospital admitted a five-year-old girl with sores all over her face today?"


    Matthew responded with a quick "okay" and hung up. Vivienne leaned against the window with her


    phone in hand, waiting quietly. About half an hourter, Matthew called back, "Found her. She''s in the


    VIP ward in Havenwood Hospital''s internal medicine department."


    "Alright, got it."


    Two dayster.


    Vivienne arrived at Havenwood Hospital. As she got out of the cab and walked into the hospital, a ck


    sedan zoomed past her.


    Inside the car, Percival caught sight of Vivienne in the rear-view mirror. His eyes narrowed instantly,


    "Stop the car."


    Thomas hit the brakes hard, sending everyone lurching forward. He turned to ask, "What’s up, Mr.


    Ellington?"


    Percival didn''t answer. He didn''t even wait for Thomas to help him with his wheelchair. He just opened


    the car door and got out. He scanned the crowd for the figure he saw earlier but couldn''t find her.


    Leopold got out of the car and walked up to him, asking, "What''s going on?"


    Percival withdrew his gaze, "Nothing, let''s go."


    On the other side.


    Vivienne entered the VIP ward. She stood at the ward door, looking at the little girl.


    The girl looked much better after taking her medicine. Vivienne rested her hand on the doorknob,


    debating whether to go in.


    This was one of the toughest decisions she''d ever made in her life. Getting involved could blow her


    cover. Her mother''s affairs wereplicated, and she needed to remain low-key. But the thought of the


    little girl''s bright, clear eyes gave her pause. If only someone had helped her ten years ago, she


    wouldn''t have had to watch her mother die right before her eyes. She couldn''t bear the thought of the


    same thing happening to this five-year-old girl.


    Just as she was hesitating, the ward door opened. "Miss, is that you? Are you here to see me?" Isolde


    asked, her eyes sparkling as she grabbed Vivienne''s hand, feeling very delighted. She''d caught a


    glimpse of someone outside the ward who resembled thedy who''d saved her, so she ran out without


    thinking. To her surprise, it was really her.


    Vivienne looked down at the hands holding hers, then up into Isolde''s clear eyes. Her heart was


    inexplicably softened. She gave a small smile, "Yes, I came to see you."


    "I knew you''de to see me," Isolde said excitedly, tugging at Vivienne''s hand. "Miss, can we go in?"


    Vivienne was pulled along by her, unconsciously entering the ward room.


    Eartha looked surprised to see Vivienne, "Ms. Hawthorn?"


    Vivienne nodded, "Yeah, I came to take care of some things and saw you guys here, so I came over."


    Eartha quickly poured Vivienne a ss of water, "Please, have a seat."


    Vivienne nodded, then turned to Isolde, "I''m here to check on you."


    Isolde nodded, smiling, "Great."


    Her obedient demeanor left Eartha stunned. Because Isolde always hated it when doctors examined


    her. She''d only behave a little when Percival was around, but as soon as he left, no one could touch


    her. Yet now, she was voluntarily extending her hand to Ms. Hawthorn, so well-behaved it was


    unbelievable. If she hadn''t seen it with her own eyes, Eartha would''ve thought she was hallucinating.


    Vivienne ced her hand on Isolde''s wrist and used the medical knowledge she possessed to check


    her pulse. After a moment, Vivienne''s brow furrowed deeply, and herplexion grew increasingly


    grim.


    Although Isolde had taken her medicine, the poison had already infiltrated her organs. Some of the


    toxins had been cleared, but her damaged organs were still failing, making treatment challenging.


    Eartha felt a twinge of worry, "Is our young miss okay, Ms. Hawthorn?"


    Vivienne nced at Isolde, her lips pressed together. She reached out to stroke Isolde''s head,


    speaking softly, "I can cure your disease, but it might be a little painful. Are you scared?"


    "Really?" Isolde''s eyes lit up. "Can my face go back to the way it was?"


    "Yes."


    "Then I''m not scared." Isolde said seriously, "As long as you''re here, I''m not scared."


    Vivienne smiled, "Good, but I have one condition. You can''t tell anyone I''m treating you, not even your


    family."


    Vivienne thought: Better y it safe.


    "Deal." Isolde patted her chest in assurance.


    Vivienne then turned to Eartha, "And you?"


    Eartha looked a little troubled. She was just a nanny, and she couldn''t make such decisions on her


    own.


    "She''s okay with it too," Isolde chimed in before Eartha could answer.


    "But..."


    Eartha wanted to say something, but Isolde suddenly burst into tears, "Eartha, I get called a ''freak''


    every day. I have no friends, and I can''t go to school. I''m miserable."


    Taken aback by Isolde''s tears, Eartha quicklyforted her, "Don''t cry. I''ll agree to Ms. Hawthorn''s


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    request."


    With her affirmation, Vivienne nodded, "Okay, I''ll start treating you tomorrow." After leaving her phone


    number, Vivienne left.


    Inside a private vi.


    As soon as Percival walked in, he heard a wailing voice, "Oh good heavens, why am I so unlucky! I


    finally found a wife for your grandson, but he was such a goof that he scared her off... At my old age, I


    can''t believe I still have to worry about his marriage. I can''t take it anymore, pleasee and help me."


    Percival watched as Richard was blowing his top in the living room, his brows furrowing. He pinched


    the bridge of his nose, helplessly saying, "Grandpa. It was the Hawthorn family''s daughter who wanted


    to call off the engagement."


    No sooner had he spoken than Taran bellowed, "You ungrateful grandson! Are you trying to make me a


    promise breaker? I promised Evelyn that I would marry him to the Hawthorn family''s daughter, but this


    ungrateful child is making me break my promise. What am I supposed to do? How am I going to


    exin this to Evelyn when I meet her after I die?"


    Percival leaned back in his wheelchair, taking a deep breath. Behind him, Thomas and Leopold didn''t


    dare to utter a word. Speaking at this point would only invite Richard''s wrath.


    "Enough. What do you want?" Percival was getting a headache.


    "You''reing with me to the Hawthorn family." Taran sprung up abruptly, his sudden movement


    causing Leopold and Thomas to look on in shock.


    Percival rolled his eyes. What else could he say?