Richest Mogul

Chapter 1947

"For me, it's only been three days since I left last time," Vivian explained.

To her, it had been a mere three days. But to Manfred, it had been three years.

"Did you fall ill again after you went back?" Manfred asked, nodding slightly as he studied her every expression.

He was afraid—afraid that after three years, she might find him disappointing.

If he had known he would see her in Briarpatch, he would have rested more on the journey from Vlario. He wouldn't have let himself look this exhausted.

He hadn't slept since yesterday, so he probably looked even worse now.

"I slept for three days and three nights."

"Three days and three nights?" Manfred frowned. "That still sounds like an illness."

Vivian shook her head. "Not an illness. Just weakness. As long as I keep up with my nutrition, I'll be fine. Don't worry.

"This time, before I came, Uncle Howard prepared some medicine for me. As long as I take it on time, I won't suddenly disappear again like last time."

But Manfred still wasn't reassured. "Let me check your pulse."

carried an undeniable authority, leaving

obediently

countless medical texts and even consulted renowned physicians from all over the country-all to improve his

day, before she left, her pulse had been

wondering-was she able to recover in her

here, with a pulse that frail, even he wouldn't have been able to save her. The thought that no one might have been

that stabbed him like

even feared he would never see her

was here now. She was

watched Manfred with bright, shining eyes

grown even more handsome with time. His features had become

so that Vivian started feeling

undergone numerous medical tests in the modern world, and Howard had assured

be

go of

medicine your Uncle Howard prepared for

suddenly realized. "I

it today. There were too many people around,

someone might steal

take it