Richest Mogul

Chapter 1820

Vivian returned to the subway restroom and immediately dashed out. She didn't go to find Harvey. Instead, she called him, explaining that a classmate had an emergency and she needed to return to campus. She added that she might not visit Janine tonight and promised to go the following day.

After ending the call, she went straight to a pharmacy and grabbed a blanket from a nearby store. There wasn't time to buy anything else; the priority was to get medicine to treat Manfred's injuries.

When she returned to the storage shed, Manfred's breathing was even fainter than before.

"Manfred, I don't know if you can hear me, but you have to hold on! You have to, no matter what!" she pleaded.

Without hesitation, she took off Manfred's tattered clothes. The whip marks on his back stood out starkly under her flashlight. Some wounds were so deep that raw, torn flesh lay exposed.

The sight was enough to make her stomach churn. She had never dealt with injuries of this severity. From childhood, Vivian had been sheltered by her parents and those around her.

Her worst injuries had been scraped knees or small cuts that bled a little-nothing that left scars. But this... Manfred's wounds were horrifying.

In addition to the fresh whip marks, his body was a canvas of old scars, a testament to past suffering. Her chest tightened painfully at the sight.

the old scars. Even with the best treatments, those scars would never

and dressed his wounds. Once

face was as pale as

would ease his pain. With the IV drip administering medicine, he

sure whether it was her increasing familiarity with him or mere chance, but her time in this place seemed to drag on with every visit. Yet, lingering

an hour and

at the empty IV bottle. She quickly cleaned

to step out, his

him awake, her face lit

for you to take one in the morning and one at night.

know you can't apply the medicine yourself in your current state, so I'll try to come

I left

in your sleeve.