The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

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.

at Percival. “Percival, where have you been these past few days? Do you have any idea how worried

Flynn?” Percival replied with

I know where you’ve been? I’ve been going mad looking

taking over the conversation. “We’re aware of the car accident

he

already, there’s

echoed from behind

and Kenneth

tears, disbelief in her eyes. She never imagined

Kenneth was in shock.

raised in a distant part of the family, Flynn was still his father

aim a gun

and Vivienne seemed to have expected this,

quite clever. You’re tough to deal with, and now you have an even tougher fiancée. You really give your uncle

pulled a cloth from his pocket,

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

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

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

on Flynn. He had absentmindedly squeezed Imogen’s hand earlier, and

need to maintain his cover, he would

he had given away a code,

“I was careless. Next time, I’ll

towards the man he had respected all his life, the uncle who had always

from the ground up. When Fiona

these years, Fiona’s actions

Fiona wanted Percival dead, but the real threat to his

said, “Percival, I hold two lives in my hand. Are you sure you want to gamble

them. “Maybe you should

turned to

supposed kidnappers had

was Draven and

strapped to Imogen and Kenneth were fake, and

nodded, a sinister glint

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