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.

edge of the light, looking worriedly at Percival. "Percival, where have you been these

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

where you've been? I've been going mad looking for you. There's been a lot of

over the conversation. "We're

he stepped

there's not much to

echoed from

holding Imogen and Kenneth at

her eyes. She never

Kenneth was in shock.

had been raised in a distant part of the family, Flynn was

have expected this, showing

must admit, you're quite clever. You're tough to deal with, and now you

his glasses, pulled a cloth from his pocket, and meticulously cleaned

clue on a silver platter. Otherwise, I wouldn't have

Flynn said with a slight smile, sliding his glasses back on and

you were flirting with Ms. Imogen in the living room, squeezing

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

his cover, he would not bother keeping a

away a code, which Percival had caught

smirked. "I was careless. Next time,

life, the uncle who had always been peaceful. "There won't 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,

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

two lives in

laughed, gesturing behind them. "Maybe you should take a look

Flynn turned to

kidnappers had revealed

was Draven

fake, and

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