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.

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

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

looking for you. There's been a lot of trouble at home. Let me fill

conversation. "We're aware of the car

froze as he stepped back into

there's not

echoed from

Kenneth at gunpoint, explosives strapped to

tears, disbelief in her eyes.

Kenneth was in shock.

though he had been raised in a distant part of the

seemed to have expected this,

deal with, and now you have an

glasses, pulled a cloth from his pocket, and

clue

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

wasn't romance when you were flirting with Ms. Imogen in the living room, squeezing her palm. It

Flynn. He had absentmindedly squeezed Imogen's hand earlier, and though it seemed flirtatious, he

maintain his cover, he would not bother keeping a

he had given away a code, which Percival

careless. Next time, I'll be more

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

it looked like Fiona wanted Percival dead, but the real

Percival's hand, Flynn said, "Percival, I hold two lives in

them. "Maybe you should take a look

turned to

kidnappers had revealed their

Draven and

Kenneth were fake, and they were now under the protection of Draven

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