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

eyes as she carefully cleaned and dressed his wounds. Once

face was as pale as

the treatment would ease his pain. With the IV drip administering

but her time in this place

for over an hour and a half-far longer than usual. Yet, Manfred still

IV bottle. She quickly cleaned

was about to step out, his

awake, her

are medicines for you to take one in the morning

medicine yourself in your current state, so I'll try to come back tomorrow. If I can't make it, be here

left some food

in your sleeve. Eat when