Richest Mogul

Chapter 1909

Manfred smiled at Vivian and asked, "How about we go for a walk to help with digestion?"

Vivian nodded eagerly. "I need to walk off this fullness. I'm stuffed."

As soon as they stepped outside, curious glances followed them.

Manfred either didn't notice or didn't care. Vivian gave him a playful blink. "They probably think you're with a ghost again."

"Let them think what they want," he replied, indifferent to the whispers.

If being head of the Atkinson family meant keeping his distance from Vivian, the title held no meaning for him.

Vivian's eyes glinted with thought. "If I stay longer this time, maybe others will see me too. That might clear up some misunderstandings."

When Manfred heard that she might stay longer, his eyes sparkled with anticipation. "Really? You can stay longer?"

Vivian replied, though uncertainty lingered in her voice. Last time, she managed only two or three days. This

"I'll need to leave Vlario soon for business. But we

we could visit some

copper mirror, Vivian's face lit up. "That sounds great. I'd love to see what's

shared a warm smile as they strolled through the vast Atkinson residence, passing the occasional maid. Vivian would fall

long walk around the mansion,

as they approached their room. He grabbed Manfred's arm. His

"Grandpa,

over a year. And he found himself looking forward to the idea

as he studied his grandson. Manfred looked healthy speaking with ease and showing no signs of illness. It

that he

mental illness

felt tears welling up. Thoughts of Janine and Edgar filled

the hallucinations but unsure how without sounding too blunt or frightening Manfred. Yet,

Just then, Alger arrived.