Richest Mogul

Chapter 1865

Manfred left without another glance at Randall. Randall's brows furrowed tightly as the door closed behind Manfred.

After a long moment, Randall tried to push aside his frustration and settle into bed, but an inexplicable restlessness crept over him. Images of Fern and Virginia flitted through his mind, igniting a spark he couldn't ignore.

He wrestled with his impulses for a while before giving up and calling to the maid outside. "Bring Fern and Virginia here."

The maid hesitated and offered a cautious reminder. "Mr. Atkinson, the doctor advised that you should rest properly during this period and avoid... physical exertion."

Before the maid could finish, Randall interrupted with a sharp retort. "I know my own body better than anyone. What do you know? These doctors always exaggerate! Go call them, and I don't want to hear this nonsense again, understood?"

The maid, well-acquainted with Randall's temper, dared not argue further and quickly left to summon Fern and Virginia. Soon, as the evening deepened but before darkness fully set in, muffled, suggestive sounds began to fill the mansion.

The noises soon reached Zea's ears. "Didn't the doctor tell him to rest? Yet here he is, ignoring the advice and acting so recklessly! Does he not care about his own life?" she fumed, pacing in frustration.

Rhea signed, her expression resigned. "Mrs. Atkinson, he's been like this every day recently."

Those two scheming women are nothing but

stay composed. Too many strange things have been happening in this house lately. Don't

plans to find a suitable child for Mr. Cyril? You've been so preoccupied battling those two women that you haven't given it any attention. What if one of them

fury giving way

asking you to stay calm,"

you already secretly searching for

face clouded with

going smoothly. Every time we find a suitable candidate, they vanish without

two women, even if they're pregnant, I won't allow them to carry

family know about Mr. Manfred's condition and be secretly working against you? Rhea couldn't help but voice her concerns, leaning toward the darker

darkened in anger. "The Holland family is far off at the border. Even if they're on their wayz back, they wouldn't know what's happening in Vlario, right? And Mr. Holland

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few years, I've always written that Manfred is in poor health and