Richest Mogul

Chapter 1821

Manfred couldn't help but wonder if Vivian had been frightened by the sight of his scars.

The hatred he held for those people burned hotter with each passing moment. It was a fire that refused to be extinguished, a consuming force that demanded retribution. He wanted them to suffer to regret their very existence.

Revenge was close, almost within his grasp. He would ensure their entire bloodline paid for their transgressions if he never saw Vivian again. Little by little, they would face the consequences of what they had done to him.

Something at his sleeve caught his attention as his thoughts spiraled deeper into vengeance.

It was food that Vivian had left behind a sandwich, still warm.

The scent carried a trace of her presence, a fleeting comfort in his bleak world.

The suffocating hatred gripping his heart began to ease. Slowly, he unwrapped the sandwich and took a bite. He savored the taste and the warmth it brought, then washed it down with water.

The blankets around him added to the comfort, their warmth seeping into his body.

you had to see me like this, at my worst,"

let her witness him in such a vulnerable

...

tried to return to him but was unable to make the trip. Still, she held on to a quiet hope. Just

she could only stay for half an hour, but yesterday, she managed to stay for almost two hours. So, things could change. It was

decided to prepare instead. She went to the pharmacy and bought extra supplies for Manfred, including

early, her preparations complete,

streamed through the cracks, illuminating the cold, unwelcoming space. However, she didn't speak immediately because she

know what you did wrong," a maid said, her tone

have, go kneel before Mrs. Atkinson and Mr. Cyrifto

stay

storage shed a few

maid, the venom in her voice was

to relish Manfred's suffering, her words dripping