Richest Mogul

The physicians who came to treat Randall and Zea all left covering their noses.

Combined with the recent incident involving Cyril, rumors about their family had spread all over the capital.

However, Randall and Zea were too exhausted to care anymore. They knew these rumors wouldn't be kind.

After finally regaining some strength today, Zea, supported by servants, went to see Randall.

He was lying on the bed, his face ashen, utterly drained.

"Randall, I think we've been poisoned. Someone's targeting us, trying to make our lives worse than death. I suspect it's Manfred-he must resent you and me deeply. Too many strange things have been happening in this house lately, and I'm sure he's behind it.

"The priest told me that the troubles in our home aren't caused by ghosts-ghosts couldn't possibly do all this. It must be a person," Zea said, having been brooding over the matter since recovering some strength.

Randall waved his hand weakly. "Don't bring up Manfred again."

"Should we send Manfred away? He's far too unsettling. Perhaps he's

incompatible with us. He's grown up now, and he must have all sorts of rebellious thoughts.

"Even though he's your only son now, I can still have another child. As for Cyril, he can adopt a child in the future," Zea proposed.

do to us? He's my son. What could he do to me? You're also his nominal

he has no right to hold a grudge. With Cyril incapacitated, Manfred is our only choice to represent the family. Everyone must see that we still have an

this? What about Cyril? We still haven't found the culprit who harmed him.

renewed hopes on Manfred, much less so

arrogant nature makes it easy for him to make enemies. Perhaps someone hired an assassin to harm him. This matter is already embarrassing enough-don't speak of it

to your quarters," Randall said,

the patience to indulge in tender conversations with her. But now, he had neither the time nor

he might not be fond of Manfred, the boy was now

left with a face full

servant supporting her didn't dare to breathe too

anger and hatred. Once back

cup from the table, sending it flying across the room. "How dare

please calm down!" The two maids beside her dropped

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my son? My son even

still young enough to bear

would never

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Just then,