Richest Mogul

Chapter 1864

Manfred found it amusing when he heard the maid's report, though his face remained cold and unreadable.

However, the maid noticed Manfred's distant demeanor and felt a pang of unease. It was clear that Manfred had little to no fatherly affection for Randall. If Randall was trying to repair their relationship, it was likely wishful thinking on his part.

Soon enough, Manfred was brought before Randall. The man lying half-reclined on the bed looked frail. His face was pale, and he seemed much thinner than he had been a month ago.

While the weight loss was notable, the weariness clung to him, making him appear far older.

Seeing Randall in such a pitiful state filled Manfred with a twisted sense of satisfaction. His lips curled into a faint, pleased smirk, though Randall failed to notice it.

Instead, Randall looked at Manfred with a complex expression and sighed. "Over the years, you must have hated me, haven't you?"

Manfred raised an eyebrow as if the question itself amused him. He thought to himself, "Hate? No, not anymore."

He no longer wasted energy on something as futile as hatred. He simply wanted to destroy the man lying before him.

father. But I've realized my mistake.

furious if she had overheard it. But for Manfred, it only

gaze, his tone flat. "Is something

knew the answer. After all, he was the one responsible

studying medical texts to ensure the symptoms would

buy outright, he had found ways to

e'

lit up immediately. "I knew you were a good son. You're worried about

arriving in Vlario soon. He'll surely want to see you. Make sure you're prepared and remember to share only good news with

partly to foster some semblance of father-son affection. After all, he hadn't paid much attention to his son

the Holland family's return to Vlario seemed like it would be permanent, as they likely wouldn't go back to

learn about his misdeeds over the years, so he needed to

had told him that