Richest Mogul

Chapter 1835

Zea asked, "Then what about Cyril?"

Randall had finally regained his composure and began to think more rationally about the situation. "It probably wasn't the work of some female ghosts or Manfred. He's locked up in the storage shed, hasn't eaten a single piece of bread, and is so weak from hunger that he couldn't have harmed Cyril. This was likely the work of someone. Someone must have hired them to break in."

Zea nodded repeatedly, finding it reasonable.

Randall continued, "We cannot let this matter become public."

"But if we don't investigate further, won't that be unfair to Cyril? He's our only son,"

Zea said, her voice trembling as she thought of her son now rendered useless.

Her anger flared. Her son had been reduced to a helpless state while that wretched woman's son still thrived.

Randall sighed deeply. This was a heavy blow for him as well. "From now on, we'll tell everyone that Cyril is ill and needs to rest and recuperate."

mean you won't let Cyril go out and meet people anymore?" Zea gasped, realizing that Cyril,

helpless. "Even if he did go out, people would just mock

feel like this has something to do with Manfred. Do you think he found out that you wanted Cyril to be the

was under constant surveillance. He had been trapped there for days, only

it's impossible for Manfred to be involved. He's been confined for years and doesn't have the means to do anything. Even if he resented Cyril, all he could do

if he was somehow connected to those female ghosts, what could they do? All they can do is scare people," Randall said. He

have children, will you make Manfred

check Cyril

Zea bit her lip.

door, then turned back to glance at her, letting out a long

expression darkening with each passing moment. She had served Randall with all her heart for many years, and she wouldn't let Manfred take advantage of the

she still had other

Cyril's. Manfred could dream all he wanted-he would never take

...

something when she