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.

possibly do to us? He's my son. What could

hold a grudge. With Cyril incapacitated, Manfred is

you do this? What about Cyril? We still haven't found the culprit who harmed

to place renewed

enemies. Perhaps someone hired an assassin to harm him. This matter is already

to your

indulge in

Manfred,

with a face full

her didn't dare to

to hide her anger and hatred. Once back in her quarters, she

sending it flying across the room. "How

maids beside her dropped to their knees in

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my son? My son even with his condition, is still

enough to bear more children. And even

she would never

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