The Million-Dollar Heart

At that moment, Nathan and Cecilia returned home with Isolde, who was just back from school.

"We were picking up Isolde when a car crash happened right outside the daycare. In the chaos, some thug tried to snatch her. If it weren't for the bodyguard Flynn arranged for us, they might have taken our baby girl."

Cecilia was pale, sitting on the couch, still visibly shaken from the ordeal.

Isolde did not speak; she was nestled in Nathan's arms, her tear-streaked face buried in his chest.

Flynn's heart skipped a beat. "Nobody got hurt, right?"

Nathan shook his head. "No, thanks to the bodyguard you arranged. But Isolde's been scared out of her wits. The bracelet she cherished was snatched, and they nearly took her too."

"Something's not right," Flynn said, standing up and pacing the living room. "They were undoubtedly targeting Isolde!"

Isolde flinched at his words, and Cecilia gasped, "Flynn, what are you saying?"

"With Percival and Vivienne still missing, and considering recent events..." Flynn pressed his lips, then turned to Richard. "Dad, I think you should go abroad with them. I'll let you know once I have news about Percival and Vivienne."

Richard frowned deeply, considering Flynn's words.

Nathan comforted his daughter briefly before saying, "Flynn, you're suggesting we lay low overseas?"

Flynn nodded. "Yes. Our family has been through one crisis after another. I won't have peace of mind until you're all safe. You take Dad and Isolde and go. I'll sort things out here with the company and then join you with Imogen and Kenneth. Meanwhile, I'll keep looking for Percival and Vivienne."

After a moment's thought, Flynn asked, "Dad, what do you think?"

Richard was silent for a few seconds before saying firmly, "We'll do as Flynn suggests."

"I'll get someone to book your flights right now. You'll leave tonight," Flynn said, immediately taking out his phone to instruct his secretary.

packed only the essentials before

tearfully saying goodbye to Cecilia. "Cecilia, We'll find Percival

unstable," Cecilia advised with worry in her

helped Richard straighten his suit jacket. "Dad, wait for me over there. I promise

then boarded

take off, his gaze lingering in the sky long after the aircraft had vanished. Finally, he turned away. He

Weststart City, Griffin pressed the detonator repeatedly until the last 10 feet

this point, they could not use

and started digging with such furious strength that even the seasoned agents

their captain's wife had not eaten

doctor's advice and rushed to the scene. Seeing Vivienne's fingers bleeding from

keep us posted on the

headset, "Mr. Wolf, respond to me!" But

fingers were bleeding profusely, and she had almost lost her voice, yet

Griffin joined the digging, the tension mounting with each passing

last response. They couldn't dare to imagine what could happen if they could not find Percival as soon

dot on the computer that signified Percival's vital signs, shouted, "Nine o'clock direction,

they were met with a new

his frustration peaking at

open, the dust choking Leopold into a coughing fit. Vivienne had kicked it open and emerged from the control room, carrying an unconscious Percival on her back. "Vivienne,

"Ms. Vivienne, Captain!"

"Captain! Madam!"

voices rang out, but there was no response

tears, tugging at

needle from her pocket and quickly inserted it into Percival's forehead. Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of black blood and, with it, a breath of