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.

had to see me like

he would never let her witness him in such a vulnerable state again.

...

to him but was unable to make the trip. Still, she held on to a quiet hope. Just because she couldn't go today didn't mean she wouldn't be able

yesterday, she managed to stay for almost two hours. So, things could change. It

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

following morning, she woke early, her preparations complete, and

shed. This time, though, sunlight streamed through the cracks, illuminating the cold, unwelcoming space. However,

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

kneel before Mrs. Atkinson

stay

shed

Vivian couldn't see the maid, the venom in

Manfred's suffering,