Richest Mogul

Chapter 1809

"Don't worry. I'm not some man-eating monster. I won't hurt you," Vivian said as she helped Manfred back to his room.

But when she opened the door, she froze.

The room was as cold as the air outside, the furnishings sparse to the point of desolation. A table and chair occupied the space, and a bed stood against the wall. There was no mattress or blanket, just a wooden board.

In that instant, she understood why Manfred preferred to stay outside. At least out there, the sun offered a sliver of warmth. This room felt like an ice cave.

She wondered how Manfred could have survived until now.

"Sit down for now. I'll find something to help," Vivian said, her heart sinking as she took in his condition.

She rummaged through her bag but came up empty-handed-no antipyretics, only cold medicine. Thankfully, there was an unopened bottle of water.

medicine first. Just swallow it with some

Manfred didn't move.

with me, but I do have this jacket. It should keep you warm for now. Put it on. I'll go buy a few things and come back to check

were in his shoes,

She quickly grabbed two sets of men's thermal underwear lined with cashmere. She also found a couple of vintage-style down jackets at a nearby shop—clothing that wouldn't seem out of

antipyretics and then visited a restaurant, where she ordered warm chicken soup, sandwiches, and

mattress, but the stores in town didn't carry them. Undeterred, she returned to Manfred with the supplies

later, she arrived

bundles in her arms, confusion

her to return. When she left earlier, he'd assumed she wouldn't come back. The medicine she'd

it might be poison-not that it mattered. In his current state, death seemed a relief. But when

a threat after all. Still, he couldn't decide whether