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.

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 everyone's

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

you've been? I've been going mad looking for you. There's been a lot of trouble at home. Let me fill

beside Percival at the doorway, taking over the conversation. "We're aware of the car

smile froze as he stepped

already, there's not

echoed from

Imogen and Kenneth at gunpoint, explosives strapped

tears, disbelief in her eyes. She never imagined

Kenneth was in shock.

taken him in as his foster child, and even though he had been raised in a distant part of the family, Flynn was still his father in his heart. Why would his

to have expected

with, and now you have an even tougher fiancée. You really

removed his glasses, pulled a cloth from his pocket,

chuckled. "Uncle Flynn, you handed me the clue on a

slip up? I've been careful," Flynn said with a slight smile, sliding his glasses back on and looking at Percival and

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

He had absentmindedly squeezed Imogen's hand earlier, and though it

to maintain his cover, he would not

had given away a code, which Percival had caught in

careless. Next time, I'll

his gun towards the man he had respected all his life, the uncle who had always been peaceful. "There won't be a next time, White Tiger!" Flynn was Fiona's boss, the

wanted Percival dead,

hand, Flynn said, "Percival, I hold two lives in my hand. Are

laughed, gesturing behind them. "Maybe you should

turned

had

was Draven

and they were now under the protection

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