The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

"I always knew you came for the child, but the kid has been hidden by me in a safe place for quite some time now."

"And the child you see before you is merely my latest invention, a creature made through supernatural means that resembles a lotus root figure. Unlike synthetic humans, this one is indistinguishable from the real deal, only revealing its true form upon activation of a switch,"

Abigail, driven by a desire to harness supernatural powers from the child, was not willing to make her move before tapping into that force.

Therefore, she deliberately waited until the ritual was initiated to arrive.

She wanted to witness firsthand how a person could be consumed by their own ambition.

The sweetest revenge she could think of?

Watching someone die by her hand, powerless to prevent their own demise turning into nothing but an illusion.

Hearing this, Abigail couldn't believe it and looked behind her in shock.

The center of the ritual, where two children were supposed to be lying, had now turned into two round sections of lotus root.

No wonder Vivienne was so calm about facing this alone.

Two hundred years of waiting turned into a joke.

This drastic change pinned Abigail to a pillar of shame, causing her to burst into uncontrollable laughter.

She had waited two hundred years. Two whole centuries.

From seeking revenge for her family to wanting to dominate the world, making everyone experience the dread of being oppressed by power.

To think, she still didn't get her wish in the end.

Vivienne, her hand glowing with supernatural power, addressed the deranged Abigail for the last time, "Madeleine, you've lived long enough. It's time to go to hell."

At those words, Abigail let out a sinister laugh, "Someone will avenge me!"

With that, Abigail threw her head back in laughter.

After plotting for so many years, how could she not have a backup plan?

Even in death.

Someone would carry out her plans.

Nothing could stop her grand scheme.

Vivienne's eyes cold, her hand glowing with power, personally ended Abigail's last breath.

Seeing Abigail die with eyes wide open, filled with resentment, at her feet.

The feud with Mr. Wolf and the Ellington family was finally settled.

Leopold arrived with his team to take control of the undead soldiers and the weakened supernatural army.

Approaching Vivienne and seeing Abigail's dead body, he nearly gagged at the sight.

Her face was indeed a hard sight to stomach.

But looking around, there was only one person he was truly shocked to see on the ground, "Vivienne, is that... the witch?"

Vivienne gave him a knowing look.

Leopold kicked the body lightly, "Is she really dead this time?"

Vivienne confirmed, "Yes."

Her body's energy channels were severed, and her powers were completely absorbed by the ritual. Even without Vivienne's intervention, Abigail wouldn't have survived. But the final blow had to come from her.

Leopold, with a look of disgust, called someone over, "Vivienne, what do we do with her? Send her up for processing, or do we handle it ourselves..."

"Take her to the lab, give her to Anna. She'll know what to do."

Vivienne then turned and left.

Leopold, "..."

At the Linklater family home.

When Vivienne returned, Sasha and Arthur were waiting with two children in their arms.

They had been informed of Vivienne's plan early on, ensuring the safety of the children was their top priority.

Arthur wanted to join the operation, but Vivienne refused.

Abigail had to be dealt with by her alone.

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Seeing Vivienne return safely, Arthur approached with concern, "Daughter, are you alright?"

Vivienne shook her head, looked down at the two children, and then turned to Sasha, "Mom, I'm going to check on Mr. Wolf." Sasha nodded, signaling Arthur not to press further for now.

Arthur, seeing how much Vivienne

had slimmed down in just a few days, couldn't help but feel worried "Had I known our daughter held him in such high regard, I wouldn't have opposed so much at the beginning."

Sasha lightly scolded him, "What are you talking about? Percival is just unconscious, not gone forever."

Inside the room.

Vivienne moistened a cotton swab with water and gently dabbed it on Percival's lips, informing him of Abigail's death, "Mr. Wolf, the feud with the Ellington family is avenged." Percival's face remained as calm as still water.

During his coma, Vivienne visited daily to talk to him.

She didn't want Mr. Wolf to feel lonely, yet she was the one truly feeling the solitude.

In his absence, all she could think about was avenging him by killing Abigail.

For that purpose, she neglected everything else, including the children.

But now, with no signs of Percival waking up, she realized just how important he was to her.

Touching his face, she leaned down to kiss him, whispering, "Mr. Wolf, wake up soon. The kids and I are waiting for you."

Exiting the room, Sasha was waiting to speak with Vivienne.

They moved to the living room, where Sasha handed her a glass of water, "Abigail's gone now, why the long face?"

Vivienne recounted Abigail's last words, suspecting there were others hidden by her, "I guess she might have others hidden away."

But these people hadn't revealed themselves yet, or maybe, Abigail had already changed their identities to hide them among them.

If they were disguised using supernatural powers, it would not be easy to detect them.

This kind of hidden threat was the most dangerous.

Sasha frowned, "Trouble lasts a thousand years, huh? She's dead and still plotting." Vivienne bit her lip.

During this time, she hadn't noticed anyone hidden by Abigail.

If there was someone, it could only be Declan Edwards, kept in confinement.

Vivienne's expression turned somber, "I need to step out tomorrow." "No way!"

Sasha interjected abruptly, "I let you go on your quest for vengeance before, but now that Abigail is gone, even if the sky were falling, you can't keep neglecting your health like this."

Vivienne blinked in surprise, "How am I neglecting my health?"

Sasha rolled her eyes at her, "Do you even realize you're still in your postpartum period?"

Vivienne's eyelid twitched, foreseeing the lecture that was about to come, yet she knew she had no choice but to listen quietly.

"I know."

Sasha gave her a stern look, "You know and yet you let yourself get into this state, look at yourself. The kids are barely recognizing you as their mother anymore." Vivienne looked up, swiftly changing the subject, "Where are the kids?"

Sasha, aware of her tactics, pointed outside, "Your grandpa and dad are each cradling one, taking a stroll in the backyard."

Vivienne pursed her lips, acknowledging her shortcomings towards her children.

Sasha, not wanting to harp on,

softened her tone, "Just put

everything else aside for now. Uncle Maddox and Willa are thinking of setting a date for their wedding soon if you don't want to miss it, you better stay put and recover properly these next few days."

Vivienne raised an eyebrow, "When did this happen?"