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?

confirmed that Flynn showed no signs of viral infection and was in perfect

this mystery remained one that Vivienne could only unravel by solving

the hospital, Vivienne headed to her lab, entrusting

attention, but Willa felt compelled to

gently, whispering, “Sasha, when will

and the days

sick once and never fully recovered. Sasha, if you wake up, could you heal

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

“I didn’t.”

Willa swung around with a swift chop, only to be stopped by a strong grip on her

trying to help, but

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

lips and withdrew her hand. However, her

and gave the cake to her. “Go

cake, Willa began to eat in silence, not resorting

So, let’s not worry and just wait for her,”

his sister, who had just reunited with

nodded, holding onto hope. She

massaged Karen, he

when are you coming back?

Willa remained silent.

for so long, she had barely found any leads. F-Poison was

the

all the burden yourself. Just like Sasha said, you need to be happy,

finally spoke up, “Maddox, what is it about me that

off guard, Maddox’s eyes betrayed

like you… just because. There’s no

pressed, “I don’t understand your feelings. I feel like you shouldn’t like me.

were complex, faced with being considered a brother by