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, Uncle Flynn?” Percival replied with a smile, a hint

chuckled. “How would I know where you’ve been? I’ve been going mad looking for you. There’s been a lot of trouble at home. Let

Percival at the doorway, taking over the conversation. “We’re aware

as he stepped back

there’s not much to

from behind

holding Imogen and Kenneth at gunpoint, explosives strapped

her eyes. She never

Kenneth was in shock.

he had been raised in a distant part of the family, Flynn was

would his father aim a

seemed to have expected this, showing no

to deal with, and now you have an

from his pocket, and

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

slip up? I’ve been careful,” Flynn said with a slight smile, sliding his glasses

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

earlier, and though it seemed flirtatious, he was filled

his cover,

code, which Percival had caught in

was careless. Next time,

raised his gun towards the man he had respected all his life, the uncle who had always been peaceful. “There won’t be

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

these years, Fiona’s actions had been for

wanted Percival dead, but the real threat to

gun in Percival’s hand, Flynn said, “Percival, I hold two lives in my

behind them. “Maybe you should take a

turned to

had revealed their

Draven

to Imogen and Kenneth were fake, and they

glint in his eye.

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