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.

worriedly at Percival. "Percival, where have you been these past few days? Do you have any idea how

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

looking for you. There's been a

"We're aware of

smile froze as he

already, there's not much

from

Kenneth at gunpoint, explosives

face was streaked with tears, disbelief in her eyes. She

Kenneth was in shock.

even though he had been raised in a distant part of the family, Flynn was still his father in his heart. Why would his

seemed to have expected this,

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

removed his glasses, pulled a cloth from his pocket,

clue on a

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

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

hand earlier,

his cover, he would not bother keeping

given away a code, which Percival had caught

"I was careless. Next

had always been peaceful. "There won't be a next time, White Tiger!" Flynn was Fiona's boss,

Percival dead, but the

hand, Flynn said, "Percival, I hold two lives

laughed, gesturing behind them. "Maybe you should take

turned

kidnappers had revealed their true

Draven

bombs strapped to Imogen and Kenneth were fake, and they were now under the protection of Draven

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