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 been these past few days? Do you have any idea

been, Uncle Flynn?" Percival replied with a

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

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

as he stepped back

already, there's not much

echoed from

Imogen and Kenneth at gunpoint, explosives strapped

her eyes. She never

Kenneth was in shock.

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

to have expected this, showing no

and now you have an even tougher fiancée. You really give your uncle

removed his glasses, pulled a cloth from his pocket,

clue on a silver

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

with Ms. Imogen in the living room, squeezing her palm. It was a signal-your life was in

squeezed Imogen's hand earlier, and though it seemed flirtatious, he was filled

maintain his cover,

a code,

careless. Next time, I'll

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 it from the ground up. When Fiona turned against

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

I hold two lives in my hand. Are you

behind them. "Maybe you should take

Flynn turned

supposed kidnappers had revealed

was Draven and

Kenneth were fake, and they were now under the protection of Draven and

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