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.

light, looking worriedly at Percival. "Percival, where have you been these past few days? Do you

replied with a smile, a hint

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

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

smile froze as he

you know already, there's

from

holding Imogen and Kenneth at

tears, disbelief in her eyes. She

Kenneth was in shock.

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

and Vivienne seemed to have

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

pulled a cloth from his

chuckled. "Uncle Flynn, you handed me the clue on a silver platter. Otherwise,

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

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

hand earlier, and though it

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

away a code, which Percival had

Next time, I'll be more

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, Fiona's actions had been

it looked like Fiona wanted Percival dead, but the real threat

by the gun in Percival's hand, Flynn said, "Percival, I hold two lives in my hand.

gesturing behind them. "Maybe you should take

Flynn turned

had revealed their

was Draven

and they were now

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