Richest Mogul

Chapter 1888

It had been half a year since their last meeting.

During this time, Manfred had grown up, now appearing fully capable of taking charge—a commanding head of the family radiating an air authority.

In contrast, Zea and her son were even more downtrodden and emaciated than they had been six months ago.

Their faces were sallow, and when they saw Manfred, they froze as if struck dumb. All the words they had prepared vanished in an instant.

"Do you know why I'm here?" Manfred's voice was icy, colder than the biting winter air.

Zea quickly regained her composure and forced a smile, speaking ingratiatingly, "Manfred, have you forgiven me? Have you also forgiven your younger brother? We've suffered so much these past two years and truly realized our mistakes- really!

"I was a fool before, truly foolish. You were such a good child, Manfred. How could I have treated you that way? I'll make it up to you and atone for my sins."

"Yes, yes, Manfred! I was wrong too! I'm your only younger brother, after all! I was immature and didn't know any better back then.

"Now I've grown up and realized how terribly wrong I was! Look at me I'm so pitiful and hungry. I loved women so much, but now I can't even be a man anymore! Look at my suffering.

let my mother and I go!" Cyril,

even if

the once-proud mother and

that mattered. Revenge could only

two kneeling before him, his face devoid of any emotion.

you repay evil with virtue, we'll

Something about his demeanor didn't match the idea of forgiveness. She clenched her

of the Holland family. I truly realize

and pray for you and your mother every day. Okay?" She lowered herself as much as possible, groveling

heart, she was already

Manfred wish that he was never

submissive they appeared now, the

"Do you think I believe anything you're

come to release us?" Zea's fear deepened. Over the

coincidence that Cyril was crippled, her husband fell

else could have done it but the man standing