The Million-Dollar Heart Novel Episode
Chapter 655

Vivienne didn't respond. The enigma of F-Poison still perplexed her heart. He was the first mystery she'd pursued for so long without any leads.

The same was true for Karen, of course.

"It seems the answer to the secret still lies in the potion," Karen said, gently tousling Vivienne's hair and pinching her cheek. "Come on, let's head to the lab."

Vivienne rolled over on Karen. "Mom, can we grab a bite before we go?"

"Why is it always about food with you?"

"Mr. Wolf always takes me for a treat before we head out. If you don't, I'm not going anywhere!"

Karen's lips curved into a slight smile as she pulled out her phone and dialed Percival. "Your Vivienne is craving something delicious. Can you drop it off at YQ Research Center?" Percival was in the middle of a meeting, but upon hearing the request, he immediately wrapped it up.

Nothing was more important than Vivienne wanting a delectable treat!

Watching her mother's cunning face, Vivienne grumbled, "I got all my sneakiness from you!"

"Well, you're my girl, aren't you? Let's get moving!"

There was no helping it; the only person who could truly handle Vivienne was Karen.

At the YQ Research Center, Percival arrived with a Japanese meal and decided to wait around.

Brody passed by Percival multiple times, rolling his eyes at each encounter.

Finally, Percival caught him. "Ever know what it's like to have an eyeball gouged out?"

Brody shivered but retorted, "You heartbreaker. Do you know what it feels like to be castrated?"

Percival was baffled; had he broken Brody's heart or what?

Realization dawned upon Brody from Percival's expression, "Not me! That pig!"

Percival was even more confused now. Which pig was he talking about?

Brody rolled his eyes and dragged Percival into his lab.

Inside, they saw a small room with a person sitting in it, with only one eye and surrounded by photos of Percival.

Muttering something incomprehensible, this person caught their attention.

Brody scoffed, "She's always a nuisance when I'm conducting experiments. The only way to keep her calm is by plastering your photos around, which is incredibly annoying."

Percival then remembered her name, Calista Pendleton.

Vivienne and Karen also arrived, each carrying a box of sushi.

"Is this girl's organs starting to fail?" Karen inquired.

Brody pursed his lips. "Yes, but it's not my fault. I just conducted a few experiments on her!"

Without asking, they knew what kind of experiments Brody had subjected Calista to.

Brody leaned on the railing, looking at the somewhat maniacal Calista. "Vivienne, shouldn't you be finding me a new test subject by now? Although your medicine has been effective, and she is indeed slowly regenerating her organs, the human body's endurance is limited. Her organs will inevitably begin to fail, and by the looks of it, she won't last much longer."

Vivienne handed Percival a piece of salmon sushi. "Really? I'll look for another candidate. Someone with a death wish, perhaps, and send them your way." Brody nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes, please hurry. But please, no more of your love rivals; I don't want to be collecting your husband's photos everywhere." Vivienne paused, popping the next piece of salmon into her own mouth and casting a glance at Percival.

Percival thought to himself: I'm being wronged here!

Brody: There's no innocent man in this world! Except for me, of course!

Percival could only watch as the salmon meant for him disappeared, the thought of turning Brody into a test subject crossing his mind.

Karen finished her sushi, observing Calista's failing organs, then suddenly had an idea.

"Rex, bring the ST-1 and inject it into Calista."

The others were stunned, but Vivienne quickly caught on.

Brody was the first to object, adamantly refusing, "No way, Boss. We only have two doses of ST-1 left. You've already had me alter cell growth with it, which has wasted a lot. If we inject this into her, there will be no chance for research! If you want her dead, leave it to me!"

Karen, however, ignored him, picking up ST-1 and preparing to inject it into Calista.

"Think about this, Boss!" Brody yelled.

Vivienne pulled him back by the collar as if he were a little puppy. "ST-1 is her discovery. Are you worried she can't make more?"

It dawned on Brody. "Alright, alright, do as you please!"

Really, these two women were something else!

Once upon a time, Brody had a significant reputation in the underworld, a name that resonated far and wide!

It was all because of the Specter Healer!

Frustrating, to say the least!

Karen and Vivienne didn't have the time to pay attention to Brody's internal cries. They injected Calista, who had lost her senses, with ST-1.

Her body was hooked up to numerous monitoring devices, tracking the condition of her organs.

After the injection, there was no immediate change. Calista seemed to be in agonizing pain, writhing on the floor, screaming incoherently, reminiscent of Flynn's torment in prison.

It wasn't until a half-hour later that Calista finally stabilized. She sat on the floor, gasping for air as the pain on her face gradually faded.

Then, Calista's failing organs began to show signs of recovery, their functionality slowly returning to normal levels. They were still low compared to the average person but no longer life-threatening. ST-1 had miraculously begun to repair Calista's failing and nearly dead organs!

Vivienne and Karen were incredulous at the turn of events.

The human body's tolerance for medical intervention has its limits, and once those are exceeded, the very drugs that once sustained life can turn treacherous.

Take Calista, for example. Previously, Brody had pumped her full of every medication under the sun in a desperate bid to keep the reaper at bay.

But even with that pharmaceutical arsenal, organ failure loomed like a storm on the horizon.

Just half an hour ago, Calista was knocking on death's door.

Now, against all odds, her organs had made a miraculous comeback and kicked into gear!

Brody's eyes widened in disbelief.

It was a defiance of nature, a slap in the face to conventional wisdom!

Vivienne stepped forward and ran a battery of tests on Calista. It was true-she was genuinely on the mend, no smoke and mirrors.

Karen, clutching the remaining vial of ST-1, felt a daring idea crystallize in her mind.

"Percival, I need to see Flynn."

"Master, why do you need to see him?" Percival asked, puzzled.

A frosty glint flickered in Karen's eyes. "I suspect there's more than meets the eye between F-Poison and Flynn-more than just a mentor-protege relationship. Perhaps Flynn holds the key to unraveling the mysteries of F-Poison."

F-Poison was both supremely arrogant and a master of concealment.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have managed to masquerade as Elliot through the halls of high school and college for all those years.

To have Flynn as a disciple, to confide every secret, even divulging the gritty details of how the Perez family snatched Sasha-there had to be layers to this that hadn't been peeled back yet.

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