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.

first. Just swallow

Manfred didn't move.

I do have this jacket. It should keep you warm for now. Put it on. I'll go buy

trust her easily. If she were in his shoes, she would not trust anyone either, especially after being treated

store. She quickly grabbed two sets of men's thermal underwear lined with cashmere. She

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

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

she arrived

bundles in her arms,

hadn't expected her to return. When she left earlier, he'd assumed she wouldn't

a relief. But when

threat after all. Still, he couldn't decide whether she was human