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.

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

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

you’ve been? I’ve been going mad looking for you. There’s been a lot of trouble at

Percival at the doorway, taking over the conversation. “We’re aware of the car accident and robbery in

froze as he stepped back

already, there’s not

from

holding Imogen and Kenneth at gunpoint, explosives strapped to

tears, disbelief in her eyes. She never imagined

Kenneth was in shock.

been raised in a

his father aim

Vivienne seemed to have expected this,

to deal with, and now you have an even tougher

his glasses, pulled a cloth from his pocket, and

clue on a silver platter.

When did I slip up? I’ve been careful,” Flynn said with a slight smile, sliding his glasses back on and looking at

romance when you were flirting with Ms. Imogen in the living room, squeezing her palm.

squeezed Imogen’s hand earlier, and though it seemed flirtatious, he was

need to maintain his cover, he would

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

“I was careless. Next time, I’ll

his life, the uncle who

CK, having built it from the ground up. When Fiona turned against him, he lured her into becoming his

Fiona’s actions had been for

it looked like Fiona wanted Percival dead, but the

the gun in Percival’s hand, Flynn said, “Percival, I hold two lives in my hand. Are you sure you want to gamble with

them. “Maybe

Flynn turned to

kidnappers had

Draven and

bombs strapped to Imogen and Kenneth were fake, and they were now under the protection

and nodded, a sinister glint

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