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.

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?

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

then chuckled. "How would I know where you've been? I've been going mad looking for you. There's been a lot of trouble at home. Let me fill you

at the doorway, taking over the conversation. "We're aware of the car accident and robbery

smile froze as he stepped back into

know already, there's

from

and Kenneth at gunpoint, explosives strapped

streaked with tears, disbelief in her eyes. She never imagined facing such a

Kenneth was in shock.

in a distant part of the family,

and Vivienne seemed to have expected this,

You're tough to deal with, and now you have an even tougher fiancée. You really give

cloth from

the clue on a silver platter. Otherwise,

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

flirting with Ms. Imogen in the living room, squeezing her

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

to maintain his cover, he would not bother

it, he had given away a code, which Percival had caught in that fleeting

"I was careless. Next time,

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 built it from the ground up. When Fiona turned

looked like Fiona wanted Percival dead, but the real threat

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

gesturing behind them. "Maybe

turned to

supposed kidnappers had revealed their

was Draven and

and they

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