Richest Mogul

Chapter 1932

Harvey left the bedroom door ajar, the soft, warm glow of the floor lamp casting gentle shadows across the room. He had intended only to glance inside, but the moment his eyes landed on the bed, his expression shifted from casual to

shocked.

Vivian lay there, dressed in an intricately detailed period costume. Her features were serene as if she were in the deepest sleep.

"Vivian!" Harvey exclaimed as he rushed over to her.

His voice, sharp and urgent, should have been enough to rouse even the deepest sleeper. But Vivian remained motionless, her breathing steady, lost in an

unyielding slumber.

Frowning with concern, Harvey grabbed a nearby infrared thermometer and checked her temperature-97.88°F, perfectly normal. Still, something was wrong.

"Vivian?" He called again, but there was no response.

Her complexion was pale, and she seemed to have lost weight. A pang of guilt gripped him; he had been downstairs, oblivious to her return. Even without a fever, his worry deepened.

necessary right now, but something still felt off. Without hesitation, he immediately

minutes, carrying a stethoscope and a first aid kit. The

but they were mostly kept in the basement for easy access in

Howard noticed

just a mere costume or something seen in photos or movies. The fabric and embroidery were exquisite, far more intricate and refined

she wore now was more

it was time to be honest with him. "Check on her

nodded, understanding the urgency, and

remained unresponsive, her state undisturbed

stepped back, his brows furrowed in thought. "Physically, she seems

worry lingered. They moved to the living room, where Harvey, after a

silence. The shock he felt was similar to the first time he learned about the existence of negative

long sip of water to steady himself, Howard spoke. "So, Vivian is in this condition because

back in time?

and Mrs. Martin are