The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 492

After a thorough check-up at the hospital, Percival was discharged.

Even the doctors were astounded. How could a man who had been buried in a mine for two days walk out without a scratch? What kind of physique did he have?

Leopold and Thomas, who had been part of the rescue operation, were exhausted and had to be admitted to the hospital, too.

Leopold kept begging Vivienne to give him an injection, convinced that one of her shots would revive him instantly.

But Vivienne refused.

Her services came at a steep price, one that Leopold could not afford.

Once they left the hospital, Vivienne and Percival returned to the Ellington Mansion.

In the car, Percival tenderly changed the dressing on Vivienne's fingertips. "Don't be so reckless next time. I told you, with you waiting for me, I could hold on."

Vivienne looked at her injured fingertips, wounds that could easily be healed, but she let them heal naturally.

Otherwise, Mr. Wolf would not be there to tend to her.

How considerate of her.

Vivienne curled her finger, watching Percival apply the ointment. "You're not allowed to worry me like that again."

Percival pulled her close. "Never again."

Back at the Ellington Mansion.

Flynn had just signed some documents when Percival burst through the door.

Sunlight streamed in, casting a square of bright light on the floor.

stepped forward, standing at the edge of the light, looking worriedly at Percival. "Percival, where have you been these past few days? Do you have any idea how worried

I've been, Uncle Flynn?" Percival replied with a smile, a hint of mirth

going mad looking for you. There's been a lot

over the conversation. "We're aware of the

smile froze as he stepped back into

already, there's

echoed from behind

Imogen and Kenneth at

tears, disbelief in her eyes. She never imagined facing

Kenneth was in shock.

in a distant part of the family, Flynn was still his father in his heart.

and Vivienne seemed to have expected this, showing

to deal with, and now you

pulled a cloth from his pocket, and meticulously cleaned the

"Uncle Flynn, you handed me the clue on a silver platter. Otherwise, I

I've been careful," Flynn said with a slight

Ms. Imogen in the living room, squeezing her palm. It was a signal-your life was in

absentmindedly squeezed Imogen's hand earlier, and though

for the need to maintain his cover, he would not bother keeping a little

given away a code, which

"I was careless. Next time,

be a next time, White Tiger!" Flynn was Fiona's boss, the mastermind behind CK, having built it from the ground up. When Fiona turned against him, he lured her into becoming his substitute. All these years, Fiona's

looked like Fiona wanted Percival dead, but the real threat to his

hold two lives in my hand. Are you sure you

suddenly laughed, gesturing behind them. "Maybe you should

Flynn turned

supposed kidnappers had

Draven and

to Imogen and Kenneth were fake, and they

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