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.

where have you been these past few days? Do you have any idea how worried everyone's been?

Flynn?" Percival replied with

"How would I know where you've been? I've been going mad looking for you. There's been a lot of

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

as he stepped back into

you know already, there's not

from

and Kenneth at gunpoint,

her eyes. She never imagined facing such a

Kenneth was in shock.

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

seemed to have expected this, showing no

with, and now you have an even tougher fiancée.

his glasses, pulled a cloth from his pocket,

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

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

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

earlier, and though it

for the need to maintain his cover, he would

given away a code, which

Next time, I'll be more

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

Fiona wanted Percival dead, but the real threat

two lives in my hand. Are you sure you want

gesturing behind them. "Maybe

Flynn turned to

had revealed

Draven

were fake, and they were now under the protection of

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