At that moment, Nathan and Cecilia returned home with Isolde, who was just back from school.

"We were picking up Isolde when a car crash happened right outside the daycare. In the chaos, some thug tried to snatch her. If it weren't for the bodyguard Flynn arranged for us, they might have taken our baby girl."

Cecilia was pale, sitting on the couch, still visibly shaken from the ordeal.

Isolde did not speak; she was nestled in Nathan's arms, her tear-streaked face buried in his chest.

Flynn's heart skipped a beat. "Nobody got hurt, right?"

Nathan shook his head. "No, thanks to the bodyguard you arranged. But Isolde's been scared out of her wits. The bracelet she cherished was snatched, and they nearly took her too."

"Something's not right," Flynn said, standing up and pacing the living room. "They were undoubtedly targeting Isolde!"

Isolde flinched at his words, and Cecilia gasped, "Flynn, what are you saying?"

"With Percival and Vivienne still missing, and considering recent events..." Flynn pressed his lips, then turned to Richard. "Dad, I think you should go abroad with them. I'll let you know once I have news about Percival and Vivienne."

Richard frowned deeply, considering Flynn's words.

Nathan comforted his daughter briefly before saying, "Flynn, you're suggesting we lay low overseas?"

Flynn nodded. "Yes. Our family has been through one crisis after another. I won't have peace of mind until you're all safe. You take Dad and Isolde and go. I'll sort things out here with the company and then join you with Imogen and Kenneth. Meanwhile, I'll keep looking for Percival and Vivienne."

After a moment's thought, Flynn asked, "Dad, what do you think?"

Richard was silent for a few seconds before saying firmly, "We'll do as Flynn suggests."

"I'll get someone to book your flights right now. You'll leave tonight," Flynn said, immediately taking out his phone to instruct his secretary.

The tickets were swiftly booked, and the family packed only the essentials before hurrying to the airport.

At the airport, Imogen was tearfully saying goodbye to Cecilia. "Cecilia, We'll replace Percival as soon as we can. Don't worry."

"Be careful back home. Things are unstable," Cecilia advised with worry in her voice.

Flynn helped Richard straighten his suit jacket. "Dad, wait for me over there. I promise I'll bring Percival and Vivienne to you."

Richard nodded silently, then boarded the plane with Nathan's assistance.

Flynn watched the plane take off, his gaze lingering in the sky long after the aircraft had vanished. Finally, he turned away. He ruffled Imogen's hair. "Let's go home."

In Weststart City, Griffin pressed the detonator repeatedly until the last 10 feet of the mine finally blew open.

Beyond this point, they could not use explosives anymore.

Vivienne seized Leopold's shovel and started digging with such furious strength that even the seasoned agents of Vanguard Agency were amazed.

They could not believe that although their captain's wife had not eaten or slept in two days, she still had this much energy.

Soren, who had been bandaged up at the hospital, ignored the doctor's advice and rushed to the scene. Seeing Vivienne's fingers bleeding from the relentless digging, he felt a profound respect for her. She was not just infatuated with Percival's looks; her love was genuine.

"Stop gawking! You're wounded; go monitor the map and keep us posted on the captain's location," Leopold barked at Soren, pushing him toward the computers.

Vivienne dug tirelessly, her voice hoarse from calling into the headset, "Mr. Wolf, respond to me!" But there was no reply from Percival.

Her fingers were bleeding profusely, and she had almost lost her voice, yet there was no response from Percival.

Anna and Griffin joined the digging, the tension mounting with each passing minute.

It had been an hour since Percival's last response. They couldn't dare to imagine what could happen if they could not replace Percival as soon as possible.

Soren, noticing the blinking red dot on the computer that signified Percival's vital signs, shouted, "Nine o'clock direction, hurry!"

When they finally hit a metal barrier, they were met with a new challenge. The door to the commanding room was jammed shut by the soil.

"Shit, what now?" Leopold cursed, his frustration peaking at this last hurdle.

Suddenly, with a loud bang, the doors burst open, the dust choking Leopold into a coughing fit. Vivienne had kicked it open and emerged from the control room, carrying an unconscious Percival on her back. "Vivienne, Percival!"

"Ms. Vivienne, Captain!"

"Captain! Madam!"

A chorus of concerned voices rang out, but there was no response from Percival, who lay motionless on Vivienne's back.

Seeing this, Griffin was near tears, tugging at Leopold, "What do we do now?"

Micah rushed to bring the medic over, but Vivienne silently laid Percival on the ground. She pulled a sterile silver needle from her pocket and quickly inserted it into Percival's forehead. Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of black blood and, with it, a breath of air.

They fell silent for a few seconds, then erupted in cheers.

Percival was awake. He was alive!

Even with his eyes still closed, they knew that Percival had narrowly clung to life.

"Mr. Wolf, open your eyes," Vivienne urged, patting his face gently.

"Easy there, Vivienne. He's just starting to get better," Leopold interjected with a hint of concern.

But Vivienne's hand did not retreat; it continued to pat Percival's cheek.

Seconds later, Percival weakly grasped Vivienne's hand and murmured, "My face is going to swell."

Vivienne playfully thumped his shoulder before suddenly burying herself in the crook of his neck, holding him tightly.

"You scared me," she sobbed, her tears mixing with the dirt and dampening Percival's shirt.

She had never really been afraid of anything, except for the thought of losing the ones closest to her.

Her mother back in the day, and now Percival.

In those moments of uncertainty, she was terrified.

Lying on the ground, Percival wrapped his arms around her and chuckled. "Stop crying. I'm alright. I'm not dead yet."

Seeing the smile on his face finally eased Vivienne's anxiety.

Micah chimed in, "Let's get him on an ambulance!"

Percival was loaded onto the ambulance, though it was not exactly needed. Vivienne's timely intervention had already brought him back from the brink.

Still, for safety's sake, a thorough checkup at the hospital was in order.

Before he was taken away, Percival tugged on Leopold's sleeve. "Don't forget, you owe me five hundred push-ups and six hundred sit-ups at the Griffin's front gate!" Leopold was exasperated. "Of all the things, you remember that at a time like this!"

Percival replied, "No, I only remembered Vivienne at that time."

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