The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

The weekend rolled around, and school was out.

Although the students from Class Eighteen weren't supposed to have any days off, Vivienne decided to

let them enjoy the weekend like normal students because they had progressed much faster than she

had anticipated.

On this day off, Dorian and Cordelia were heading back to the Wilson family’s home.

Some kind of trouble had come up in Cordelia's household, but she didn't go into specifics. She only

mentioned that it was inconvenient to take Thaddeus with them and asked Vivienne to look after him

for the day.

Cordelia had prepped both breakfast and lunch. All Vivienne had to do was warm them up.

Vivienne didn't have any experience with kids. She only hung out with Thaddeus occasionally. They

played with toys together.

After playing with Thaddeus for half an hour, he got bored. "Sis, I don't want to play with toys anymore."

"What do you want to play then?" Vivienne asked. She didn't have a happy childhood and wasn't sure

what kids his age generally liked to play.

Thaddeus hesitated. He looked down, not daring to speak up.

Despite his sister being quite gentle, he was always scared of her for reasons he couldn't pinpoint.

He was afraid that if he made an excessive request, his sister would get angry.

His mom had told him to always listen to his sister and never make her angry.

"Are you scared of me?" Vivienne sat next to him, reaching out to gently pat his head, trying to make

her voice sound as soft as possible.

"I'm not scared!" Thaddeus muttered hesitantly.

He didn't want to lie, but he also didn't want to make his sister feel sad by telling the truth.

Vivienne could read his thoughts clearly. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Did she really

look that intimidating?

She was always careful when speaking softly to Thaddeus, and she didn't think she had done anything

to scare him.

Vivienne sighed and then patiently said to Thaddeus, "I'm actually quite easy-going, and I won't get

mad at you. You don't have to be scared of me. Just tell me what you want to do, and as long as it's not

too much, I'll agree."

Thaddeus looked up into Vivienne's eyes and blinked, considering her proposal for a long time before

cautiously asking, "Can we go to the amusement park then? Mom and Dad promised to take me a long

time ago, but we never went."

"Sure." Vivienne agreed.

"Really? You're really going to take me to the amusement park?" Thaddeus had assumed Vivienne

would refuse, but when she agreed without any hesitation, his eyes lit up with excitement.

Vivienne chuckled and ruffled his hair. "Yes, really. Now go get dressed."

"Thank you, Vivienne." Because he was short, Thaddeus stood on the couch to give Vivienne a peck

on the cheek before rushing off to change.

Vivienne was stunned by his sudden affection, and it took her a while to snap out of it.

He was the first boy to ever kiss her.

Thaddeus quickly got dressed, and Vivienne hailed a taxi to take them to the amusement park.

Halfway there, Vivienne's phone rang. It was Isolde.

"Vivienne, why is nobody home? I came to hang out with you."

Vivienne was surprised. "You're at my place?"

"Yes. My brother, Leopold, Thomas, and I have been knocking for a while. Vivienne, where did you

go?" Isolde asked.

Vivienne was speechless. Isolde was always around.

She rubbed her temples and said, "I'm taking Thaddeus to the amusement park. Nobody's home today,

so maybe you guys can come another day."

"Amusement park?" Isolde asked excitedly. "I want to come too. Wait for me at the entrance. I'll be

there in no time."

Before Vivienne could respond, Isolde hung up.

Vivienne was at a loss for words.

The traffic was heavy because it was the weekend. All the parking spaces near the amusement park

were taken, so the taxi had to drop them off at a restaurant close by.

Vivienne paid the fare.

Just as they got out of the taxi, they heard someone shouting anxiously, "Mom, what's wrong? Don't

scare me like this! Can someone please call an ambulance?"

Vivienne looked over to see a well-dressed woman in her forties next to an equally well-dressed elderly

lady who was lying on the ground, looking pale.

Some bystanders had stopped to watch, while others were kindly dialing for help.

"Is there a doctor around? Can someone help my mom?" The woman panicked when she felt that the

elderly lady wasn't breathing.

Vivienne was standing not too far away, debating on whether to step in and help.

She had already drawn attention the last time she helped Isolde. If she got involved again, more people Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

might start recognizing her.

"Clara?" While Vivienne was debating, Thaddeus suddenly spoke up.

Vivienne turned to him. "You know her?"

Thaddeus nodded. "She visited our house before. She was really nice. Everyone else looked down on

my mom and me, but she always smiled and talked to us. She even gave me candy."

All he knew was that people his age called her Clara, but he didn't know who she really was.

Seeing Clara lying motionless on the ground made Thaddeus cry. "Sis, is Clara going to die? She's so

nice. Why would she die?"

Vivienne pursed her lips and then patted his head softly. "She's not going to die."

With that, she walked towards Clara.

She sighed inwardly. She studied medicine to save people. She couldn't just stand by and watch

someone die because of her own concerns.

If she did that, neither her mom nor her mentor would forgive her.

"I'm a doctor." Vivienne squatted in front of Clara, analyzed her condition, and said to the lady, "Clara's

in a bad way. She needs treatment immediately."

"Please, save my mom!" Amid the doubting whispers about Vivienne's young age and her ability to

save lives, the lady kept kowtowing to her.

For her, as long as Clara could be saved, who cared about age?

Vivienne stopped the lady from continuing her kowtowing, whipped out her acupuncture kit from her

backpack, and started to work on Clara.

People around started to whip out their phones to record videos, while others were whispering among

themselves.

"That old lady looks like she's kicking the bucket already. This young lass isn't afraid of being blamed

for it?"

"Ah, these young ones are so green around the gills. They don't understand the complexities of life. If

she can't save that old woman, her family will definitely blame her."

Vivienne heard the whispers, but her face didn't change a bit. She just kept on with her acupuncture on

Clara.

About half an hour later, Clara suddenly coughed.

The crowd immediately got all hyped up. "She's alive? Holy moly! Did she really just save a dying

woman?"

"Is she really alive? Am I dreaming? Do people who can save those at death's door really exist? No

freaking way!"

"Why the hell not? That old lady was clearly on her last legs. After this young woman performed

acupuncture on her, she bounced back. There are always people out there who are more awesome

than you. There are many things that are beyond your understanding. You ain't seen anything yet."