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

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

I've been going mad looking for you. There's been a

the doorway, taking over the conversation. "We're aware of the car

smile froze as he stepped

there's

echoed from

appeared, holding Imogen and Kenneth at gunpoint, explosives

was streaked with tears, disbelief in her eyes. She

Kenneth was in shock.

foster child, and even though he had been raised in a distant part of the family, Flynn was still his father in his

Vivienne seemed to have expected

now you have an even tougher fiancée. You really give your

glasses, pulled a cloth from his

the clue on a silver platter. Otherwise,

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

when you were flirting with Ms. Imogen in the living room, squeezing her palm. It was a signal-your

had absentmindedly squeezed Imogen's hand earlier, and though it seemed flirtatious, he was filled

need to maintain his cover, he would not bother keeping a

a code, which Percival had

"I was careless. Next

he had 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 built it from the ground up. When Fiona turned against him, he lured her into becoming his substitute. All these years,

wanted Percival dead, but the real threat to

the gun in Percival's hand, Flynn said, "Percival, I hold two lives in my hand. Are you sure you want to gamble with

"Maybe you

turned to

kidnappers had revealed

was Draven

bombs strapped to Imogen and Kenneth were fake, and they were

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