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.

the edge of the light, looking worriedly at Percival. "Percival, where have you been these

been, Uncle Flynn?" Percival replied with a smile, a hint of mirth

chuckled. "How would I know where you've been? I've been going mad looking for you.

conversation. "We're aware of the car accident and robbery in front of

smile froze as he stepped back into

you know already, there's not much

echoed from

Kenneth at gunpoint, explosives strapped

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

Kenneth was in shock.

he had been raised in a distant part of the family, Flynn was still his father in

to have expected this, showing no

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

from

clue on a silver platter. Otherwise, I

I slip up? I've been careful," Flynn said with a slight smile,

Imogen in the living room, squeezing her palm. It

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

for the need to maintain his cover, he would not bother keeping

away a code, which Percival had

Next

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

wanted Percival dead, but the real threat to his life

"Percival, I hold two lives in

behind them. "Maybe you should

Flynn turned

kidnappers had revealed their true

Draven and

and Kenneth were fake, and they were now

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