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.

where have you been these past few days? Do you have any

Flynn?" Percival replied with a smile, a hint of mirth in

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

the conversation. "We're aware of the car accident and robbery in front of Isolde's

he stepped

already, there's

from

holding Imogen and Kenneth at gunpoint, explosives

streaked with tears, disbelief in her eyes. She never imagined

Kenneth was in shock.

in a distant part of the family, Flynn was still his father in his heart. Why would his father

to have expected this, showing no

with, and now you

a cloth from his

you handed me the clue on a silver platter. Otherwise,

with a slight smile, sliding his glasses back on

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

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

to maintain his cover, he

a code,

careless. Next time, I'll be more

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

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

gun in Percival's hand, Flynn said, "Percival, I hold two lives in my

suddenly laughed, gesturing behind them. "Maybe you

Flynn turned

supposed kidnappers had

Draven and

were fake, and they were now under the protection

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