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.

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 everyone's been?

replied with a smile, a hint of mirth in

been going mad looking for

over the conversation. "We're aware

froze as he stepped back

you know already, there's not

from

and Kenneth at

was streaked with tears, disbelief in her eyes. She never

Kenneth was in shock.

had taken him in as his foster child, and even though he had been raised in a distant part of the family,

seemed to have expected this, showing no

and now you have an even tougher fiancée. You really

a cloth from

you handed me the clue on a silver platter. Otherwise, I wouldn't have

When did I slip up? I've been careful," Flynn said with a slight smile, sliding his

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

dawned on Flynn. He had absentmindedly squeezed Imogen's hand earlier, and though it

need to maintain his cover, he would not bother keeping

he had given away a code, which Percival had caught in

Next time,

Flynn was Fiona's boss, the mastermind behind CK, having built it

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

I hold two lives in my hand. Are you sure you want to

"Maybe you should take a look

Flynn turned

supposed kidnappers had

Draven and

and they were

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