The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Percival glared at Flynn with venom in his eyes, yet his clenched fist hung suspended, unable to deliver the blow.

A sudden realization washed over him – the man before him was nothing like the uncle he remembered.

This man didn’t deserve to carry the name Flynn, didn’t deserve the family name, and certainly didn’t deserve his fury!

With a slow release, Percival let go, watching Flynn crumple to the ground like a free-falling ragdoll.

Flynn made no attempt to break his fall, laughing softly as he hit the floor, a sound as dry as autumn leaves.

No one knew what his laughter meant, nor could they guess what thoughts were twining through his mind.

Percival pulled out a handkerchief, wiped his hands clean, and, with a look of indifference, tossed it beside the fallen man. “White Tiger, I wonder if you’ll still be so cocky without your precious ST-1.”

The laughter ceased abruptly, and Flynn’s eyes, sharp as daggers, fixed on Percival.

“What do you mean by that?”

With a mocking laugh, Percival said, “Exactly what I said,” and turned to leave.

Flynn tried to follow, but chains bound him tightly, rendering him immobile.

All he could do was roar at the iron bars, “Hold it! Clarify your words, stop!”

Percival ignored the shouts and drove away.

Truth be told, his words were a mere guess, sparked by evidence brought back by Willa – a hunch that Flynn had been injecting ST-1.

And it turned out to be accurate.

What was the effect of ST-1 that even Flynn couldn’t resist using it?

no signs of viral infection and

Vivienne could only

the hospital, Vivienne headed to her lab, entrusting Karen’s care

attention, but

whispering, “Sasha,

talked endlessly about their childhood memories and the

He fell sick once and never fully recovered. Sasha, if

too much and offered a massage. But somehow, he dislocated my arm in the process. The pain lasted for days. Even now, I still suspect he did

“I didn’t.”

around with a swift chop, only to be stopped by a strong grip

to hurt you. I was trying to help, but you resisted, and I accidentally

a cake, explained, “Vivienne mentioned you haven’t eaten. I brought

and withdrew her hand.

gave the cake

Willa began to eat in silence, not resorting to

worry and just wait for her,” Maddox soothed while massaging Karen’s wrist, though concern lingered in

how could he not be worried when his sister, who had just reunited with him, was now in a

hope. She was certain Sasha would wake

massaged Karen, he

when are you coming back? Dad’s

Willa remained silent.

she had barely found any leads. F-Poison was still at large, the ST-1 mystery was

face the Perez family

F-Poison. Don’t carry all the burden yourself. Just like Sasha said, you need to

“Maddox, what is it

guard, Maddox’s

just because. There’s no

feel like you shouldn’t like me. It’s strange; I see

complex, faced with being considered a brother by the one he