The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Carl’s car, number three, failed to navigate the bend; instead, it careened straight towards the mountain. The front end smashed against the guardrail with a sickening crunch, the wheels lifted off the ground, and the car somersaulted backward, tumbling off the cliff edge!

In the VIP section, Charlotte clutched her phone, shouting to Vivienne, “Oh no, car number three has gone off at turn three in the second section!”

Vivienne’s brow furrowed with concern—trouble was indeed brewing!

Spectators gasped and murmured, wondering how Carl could have crashed. The paramedics were dispatched in a flurry of urgency.

But this was a cliff side, not an easy place to search. If the car was found at all, the driver was surely a goner.

Vivienne sped past the other racers in her rescue vehicle like a whirlwind.

The competitors, still engrossed in the race, were oblivious to Carl’s fate and the identity of this extremely quick rescuer.

A rescue vehicle might not pack the same punch as their race cars, but Vivienne’s driving made it seem otherwise!

Inside, Percival gripped the handle, eyes scanning for the location beacon.

“Vivienne, ahead!” He called out.

Vivienne acknowledged and quickly parked the vehicle in a spot that would not obstruct the others, and both she and Percival leaped out.

The place where Carl’s car had plummeted was a steep, rugged terrain, a mix of weeds and rocks. Looking down from the cliff, there was no trace of the car—just a dent in the guardrail, not a scrap of debris in sight.

The paramedics had not arrived yet. Percival removed his jacket and tied it to Vivienne’s, knotting a sleeve around the guardrail. Holding Vivienne’s waist, he said, “Hold on tight, Vivienne.”

She nodded, wrapped her arms around Percival’s waist, and leaped off the cliff together, sliding down the makeshift rope.

The crowd in the stands rose to their feet.

out

drop, and they jumped without knowing

vanished from the public eye. Up in the VIP area,

and Percival jumped off a cliff? Surely they’re not in some sort of lovers’

point of nearly cursing, Griffin shouted, “Lovers’ pact, my foot! There’s been an accident. Get over

I’m on my way. Don’t panic. They’ll be fine,” Leopold said before

Percival had landed safely on the

and weeds,

Percival untied it and suggested, “Head west. The car rolled down; no debris means it’s still intact and didn’t crash to a stop. According

agreed; she had come to the same conclusion

jacket over her shoulders, Percival guided

stumbled upon fragments from car

inspected a piece—it was part of the hood. The car itself seemed

debris and shattered glass, until they came upon the overturned

and Ashley were unconscious, blood seeping

Percival worked quickly to flip the car and

was still conscious, weakly flailing her arms, refusing to surrender to

grasped her hand and reassured. “I’m

seemed to understand and then passed

only had minor scratches. Clearly,

upper body did not suffer from any serious internal injury. However, her legs were broken and twisted at impossible

even worse. When the car fell, a rock pierced into

each of them, halting internal bleeding.

eyebrow, “Just

traditional medicine, found

applied acupuncture to Carl’s spine, grateful the injury was not deep enough to affect his nerves or

and Percival’s helmet had provided extra protection; otherwise,