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?

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

you've been? I've been going mad looking

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

as he stepped back into the

know already, there's not much

echoed from behind

Kenneth at gunpoint, explosives

with tears, disbelief in her

Kenneth was in shock.

as his foster child, and even though he had been raised in a distant part of the family, Flynn was still his father in his heart. Why would his father aim a gun at

to have expected this, showing

with, and now you have

his glasses, pulled a cloth from his pocket, and meticulously cleaned

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

been careful," Flynn said with a slight smile, sliding his glasses

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

had absentmindedly squeezed Imogen's hand earlier, and

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

away a code, which

was careless. Next time, I'll be

his gun towards the man 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

dead, but the real

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

gesturing behind them. "Maybe you

Flynn turned

had revealed their

Draven and

were fake, and

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