The Million-Dollar Heart novel 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."

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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.

Flynn stepped forward, standing at the edge of the light, looking worriedly at Percival. "Percival, where have you been these past few days? Do you have any idea how worried everyone's been? Did something happen?"

"Don't you know where I've been, Uncle Flynn?" Percival replied with a smile, a hint of mirth in his eyes.

Flynn paused, then 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 me fill you in."

Vivienne stepped beside Percival at the doorway, taking over the conversation. "We're aware of the car accident and robbery in front of Isolde's Daycare."

Flynn's smile froze as he stepped back into the shadows.

"Since you know already, there's not much to say."

Footsteps echoed from behind Flynn.

Two figures appeared, holding Imogen and Kenneth at gunpoint, explosives strapped to them.

Imogen's face was streaked with tears, disbelief in her eyes. She never imagined facing such a predicament.

Kenneth was in shock.

Nathan had taken him in as his foster child, and even though he had been raised in a distant part of the family, Flynn was still his father in his heart.

Why would his father aim a gun at him?

Percival and Vivienne seemed to have expected this, showing no surprise.

"Percival, I must admit, you're quite clever. You're tough to deal with, and now you have an even tougher fiancée. You really give your uncle a headache."

Flynn removed his glasses, pulled a cloth from his pocket, and meticulously cleaned the lenses.

Percival chuckled. "Uncle Flynn, you handed me the clue on a silver platter. Otherwise, I wouldn't have noticed."

"Really? When did I slip up? I've been careful," Flynn said with a slight smile, sliding his glasses back on and looking at Percival and Vivienne.

"It wasn't romance when you were flirting with Ms. Imogen in the living room, squeezing her palm. It was a signal—your life was in danger."