Richest Mogul

Chapter 1887

"Manfred, you won't die a good death! Let me go! I am the future of the Atkinson family! You're just a dog raised by our family!"

"Manfred, no matter what, I'm still your aunt. When you were little, I treated you well sometimes too. I just made some foolish mistakes over the years. Please forgive us and let us go!"

Zea and Cyril's pitiful cries shattered the quiet morning.

Vivian froze for a moment before piecing things together.

She hadn't asked Manfred what he had endured in the past two years, but now he was the head of the Atkinson family, and the entire family had to obey him. The former head, his wife and son, who had mistreated him, likely weren't faring too well now.

She wasn't a villain, but she wasn't a saint either. Those who committed wrongs must be punished.

No one could simply say, "I was wrong," and erase the monstrous sins they had committed.

It was like saying, "I killed your mother, but years later, I apologize. Let's live happily ever after as one big family." Vivian couldn't accept such nonsense repentance.

To her, if one truly knew they were wrong, then they should take responsibility and face the consequences.

When she opened the door to step out, she saw Manfred standing in front of her room, looking at her with a nervous expression.

noise

she going to think he

head. "I usually wake up

seem bothered, Manfred's tightly strung

Mrs. Atkinson and Cyril, right?" Vivian had noticed his concern, so

shifted slightly. "Yes. I locked them in the shed. If you think I shouldn't have

of him, his

her head. "You're the one directly involved. Over the years, you were the one they mistreated, beat, and pushed to the

life. Since they dared to harm you back then,

uncontrollably. In this

she said no one could decide for him because no one had lived through

by pity for Cyril and Zea's

wounds began

control his emotions, he suddenly pulled her into his

patted his back and said softly,

himself, "If you say I'm good, then I must be

in the shed, the mother and son

death, gave them a blanket. Though it was filthy and