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.

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

Uncle Flynn?" Percival replied with a

been going mad looking for you. There's been a lot

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

smile froze as he stepped back into the

you know already, there's not much

echoed from

and Kenneth at gunpoint, explosives strapped to

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

Kenneth was in shock.

distant part of

and Vivienne seemed to have expected this, showing no

deal with, and now you have an even tougher fiancée. You really give your uncle a

glasses, pulled a cloth from his pocket,

chuckled. "Uncle Flynn, you handed me the clue on a silver platter. Otherwise, I wouldn't have

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

living room, squeezing her palm. It was a signal-your life was in

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

need to maintain his cover, he would not bother keeping

realizing it, he had given away a code, which

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

was Fiona's boss, the mastermind behind CK, having

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

hand, Flynn said, "Percival, I hold two lives in my hand. Are you

laughed, gesturing behind them. "Maybe you should

turned to

had revealed their

Draven and

and they were now

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