Richest Mogul

Chapter 1833

Manfred's gaze remained cold as he looked at Randall and Zea, both

unconscious. His expression remained unreadable. Yet, the weariness in his eyes seemed to reflect a world of sorrow, evoking a sudden pang of sympathy in

Vivian.

She moved closer to him, her voice soft. "I've taken care of them for you. They'll be bedridden for days after the scare I gave them."

At her words, Manfred's eyes shifted. He smiled warmly at Vivian.

The maids, who had been slow to react, now panicked as they realized the situation. "Mr. Randall! Mrs. Atkinson!"

"Hurry! Call the doctor!"

"Quickly!"

Amid the chaos, Manfred took Vivian's hand and led her away. They then returned to his modest, secluded courtyard.

"This is the cake I told you about, the one I love the most. And this pasta is still hot; it has just been cooked. Try the pasta first, and then we'll eat the cake together."

and gestured for Manfred to

was only one serving of pasta.

earlier, so I'm not hungry. The pasta for you," she explained with

every bite. He

the best pasta I've ever

immediately replied, "I also think

hadn't eaten anything today and was a bit hungry, he ate slowly, savoring the taste. He wanted to remember

they shared

lover too. Next time I come, I'll bring you all kinds of

eight- inch cake, which she had only taken a slice of, was

flushed slightly as he admitted. "Yes, I do like

he got up and

use it to buy more things. This gold hairpin should be worth quite a bit," Manfred said, not

feel entitled to keep accepting her generosity without offering

he would do more for

box, a beautifully crafted gold hairpin caught

of antiques, and she recognized the value