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.

"Percival, where have you been these past few days?

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

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

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

froze as he stepped

there's not

from behind

appeared, holding Imogen and Kenneth at gunpoint,

streaked with tears, disbelief 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 the family, Flynn was still his father in his heart. Why would his father

have expected this,

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

a cloth from his pocket, and meticulously cleaned

"Uncle Flynn, you handed me the clue

Flynn said with a slight smile, sliding his glasses back on and looking

the living room, squeezing her palm. It was

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

for the need to maintain his cover, he would

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

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

had always been peaceful. "There won't be a next time, White Tiger!" Flynn was Fiona's boss, the mastermind behind CK, having

Fiona wanted Percival dead,

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

suddenly laughed, gesturing behind them. "Maybe

turned

supposed kidnappers had revealed their true

was Draven

Kenneth were fake, and they

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