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. "Percival, where have you been

replied with

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

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

he stepped

already, there's not much

echoed from behind

appeared, holding Imogen and Kenneth at

face was streaked with tears, disbelief in her eyes. She

Kenneth was in shock.

raised in a distant part of the family, Flynn was still his father in his heart.

and Vivienne seemed to have

tough to deal with, and now you have an

glasses, pulled a cloth from his pocket, and meticulously

the clue

Flynn said with a

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

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

need to maintain his cover,

realizing it, he had given away a code, which Percival had

Next time, I'll be more

peaceful. "There won't be a next time, White Tiger!" Flynn was Fiona's boss, the mastermind

it looked like Fiona wanted Percival dead,

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

gesturing behind them. "Maybe you

turned to

supposed kidnappers had revealed their true

Draven

Kenneth were fake, and they were now under the

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