Richest Mogul

Chapter 1810

Just then, Manfred's voice came from inside the room. "You can come in now."

He waited, but there was no response. Thinking his voice might have been too soft, he raised it slightly and called out again.

Still, silence greeted him. It was as if no one was there.

The medicine he had taken, along with the thermal underwear and down jacket he had put on, had made him feel much warmer. He also felt some strength returning. So, he decided to step outside.

But there was no one outside.

The woman had vanished without a trace, leaving no message or clue behind. Standing in the doorway, Manfred gazed at the thick snowfall blanketing the world outside. A strange disorientation gripped him.

The lingering warmth in his body reminded him that the encounter hadn't been a dream.

thank you," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the sound of the wind. Snowflakes danced in the

her again? He hadn't even asked her

he turned back to

containers filled with food. Suddenly,

his last meal. The Atkinson family's cruelty was always calculated-they never let him starve or freeze to death. Every few days, someone would check on him, bring some food, and toss him a blanket. When he regained

warm food sat before him, something he hadn't had in what felt like

his stomach, spreading through his limbs. Each bite of the vegetables and meat carried the unmistakable care of someone who

been nothing more than a passing

eyes, only to fade as quickly, leaving them

futile. No matter how many times she retraced her steps to the alley or opened the window, the

reason," she thought. "Maybe I can't stay there too long. After all, I'm from the modern world, and that place is from another time

night pondering this, but as dawn broke, no answers came. Her thoughts returned to Manfred. He had taken his medicine, worn the thermal underwear and jacket,