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.

stepped forward, standing at the edge of the light, looking worriedly at Percival. "Percival, where have you been these

where I've been, Uncle Flynn?" Percival replied with a smile,

you've been? I've been going mad looking for you. There's been a lot of trouble at home. Let me fill

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

froze as he stepped back into the

already, there's

from

Imogen and Kenneth

in her eyes. She never imagined

Kenneth was in shock.

in as his foster child, and even though he had been raised in a distant part of

Vivienne seemed to have expected this,

must admit, you're quite clever. You're tough to deal with, and now you have an

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

you handed me the clue on a silver platter.

Flynn said with a

Imogen in the living room, squeezing

He had absentmindedly squeezed Imogen's hand earlier, and though it seemed flirtatious, he was

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

had given away a code, which

was careless. Next time,

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

wanted Percival dead,

hand, Flynn said, "Percival, I hold two lives in my hand. Are you sure you want to gamble with

laughed, gesturing behind them. "Maybe you should take a look

turned

kidnappers had revealed their true

was Draven

to Imogen and Kenneth were fake, and they were now under the protection of

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