Richest Mogul

Chapter 1832

Manfred shot back, "Isn't that the case?"

He had personally severed Cyril's manhood, and there was no fixing it. No miracle doctor in the world could achieve such a feat. Cyril simply wasn't going to be

saved.

"You... ungrateful wretch!" Randall's face reddened with fury, veins bulging in his neck, but for a moment, he was left speechless. Manfred's words rang too true.

The doctors they had consulted had all said the same thing-even if a divine being descended from the heavens, Cyril would never recover. He would never be the man he once was.

This was something they couldn't report to the authorities. If they did, the Atkinson family would lose all honor, and Cyril would never be able to show himself in public again.

But despite their best efforts to keep it quiet, the rumors had already spread through Vlario. They'd summoned so many doctors that it was impossible for word not to have leaked. The news was out.

The Atkinson family's reputation had never been good. They had always claimed that Manfred had lost his mind after his mother's death and hadn't been allowed to meet anyone for years.

Now, with Cyril rendered useless, their family's reputation was truly tarnished.

Randall quickly realized the consequences of this, and while he hated Manfred, he had no choice but to accept the situation.

Zea's eyes were red from crying as she glared at Manfred. She was seething with rage, wishing she could kill Manfred. "I know it's you! It has to be you. Only you could hate Cyril so much!"

push too far-fearing that if Manfred died and his maternal grandfather came

was why he was

gaze grew cold, and a dangerous tension surrounded him. However, upon noticing Vivian still by his side, he reined it in, allowing

with icy indifference. She was unfazed by their biased accusations against Manfred, her mind already working on

they kept talking like this, the pasta

loathing for Manfred became even more evident. They didn't want him to live in

Vivian was angry.

them and nervously stepped forward as if

Vivian, seemingly sensing his intention, turned and smiled at him. She silently signaled him

Vivian's smile, completely losing himself in

It was me

was low, just loud enough

was immediate. Their

It's that female

Randall, though more composed,

If

bet

his status, he

though he might collapse.