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

Flynn?" Percival replied

been going mad looking for you. There's been a lot of trouble at

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

he stepped back into the

you know already, there's

from

holding Imogen and Kenneth at gunpoint,

face was streaked with tears, disbelief in her eyes. She never imagined facing such a

Kenneth was in shock.

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

have

deal with, and now you have an even tougher fiancée. You

cloth from his pocket,

clue on a

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

Ms. Imogen in the living room, squeezing her palm.

had absentmindedly squeezed Imogen's hand earlier, and though

the need to maintain his cover, he would

a code, which Percival had caught in

smirked. "I was careless. Next time, I'll be

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 it from the ground up. When Fiona turned against him, he lured

Percival dead, but the real threat

two lives in my hand. Are you sure you want to gamble with

them. "Maybe you should take a

Flynn turned to

had revealed their true

Draven

and they

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