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.

looking worriedly at Percival. "Percival, where have you been these past few days? Do you have

you know 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 you

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

he stepped back into the

already, there's

from behind

appeared, holding Imogen and Kenneth at

face was streaked with tears, disbelief in her eyes.

Kenneth was in shock.

distant part of the family, Flynn was still his father

have expected this, showing no

tough to deal with, and now you have

glasses, pulled a cloth from his pocket, and

chuckled. "Uncle Flynn, you handed me the clue on

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

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

Imogen's hand earlier, and though it seemed

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

had given away a code, which Percival had caught

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

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 her

looked like Fiona wanted Percival dead,

two lives in my hand. Are you sure

"Maybe you should

Flynn turned to

kidnappers had revealed their

was Draven

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

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