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.

the noise wake

she going to think he was

wake up at this

that she didn't seem bothered,

right?" Vivian

you think I shouldn't have done that, I'll

him, his hatred for Zea and

one directly involved. Over the years, you were the one they mistreated, beat, and

haven't lived your life. Since they dared to harm you back then, they

looked at her in disbelief, his heart pounding uncontrollably. In this world, she was the only one who truly

Holland family had tried to persuade him to let go of everything. But she said no one could decide for him because no one had lived through

for

began to heal, and the

to control his emotions, he suddenly

was momentarily stunned but didn't push him away. Instead, she gently patted his back and said softly,

"If you say I'm good, then

the shed, the mother and son

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