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.

at Percival. "Percival, where have you

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

paused, then chuckled. "How would I know where you've been? I've been going mad looking for you. There's been a lot of trouble at

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

he stepped

know already, there's not much

from

holding Imogen and Kenneth at gunpoint, explosives strapped to

her

Kenneth was in shock.

part of the family, Flynn was still his father

have expected this, showing

and now you have an even tougher fiancée.

cloth from his

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

said with a slight smile, sliding his glasses back on

in the living room, squeezing her palm.

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

maintain his cover, he would not bother keeping a

had given away a code, which Percival had caught in that fleeting

careless. 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 ground up.

Percival dead, but

two lives in my hand. Are you sure you

them. "Maybe you should take

Flynn turned to

supposed kidnappers had

Draven

strapped to Imogen and Kenneth were fake, and they were now under

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