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.

have you been these past few days? Do you have

Uncle Flynn?" Percival replied with

where you've been? I've been going mad looking

over the conversation. "We're aware of the car accident

he

there's not much to

echoed from behind

appeared, holding Imogen and Kenneth at gunpoint, explosives strapped

tears, disbelief in her eyes.

Kenneth was in shock.

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

and Vivienne seemed to have expected

You're tough to deal with, and now you have an even tougher

glasses, pulled a cloth from his pocket, and meticulously

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

I've been careful," Flynn said with a slight smile, sliding

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

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

cover, he

it, he had given away a code, which

careless. Next time, I'll be more

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 mastermind behind CK, having

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

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

them. "Maybe you should

Flynn turned to

had revealed

Draven

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

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