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."

voice carried an undeniable authority, leaving

Vivian obediently extended her

countless medical texts and even consulted renowned physicians from all

that day, before she left, her pulse had been so weak that it terrified

spent countless nights wondering-was she able to

stayed here, with a pulse that frail, even he wouldn't have been able to

was a fear that stabbed him like

feared he would

she was here now.

with bright, shining eyes as he carefully checked her

handsome with time. His features had become sharper, more defined—even

so that Vivian started feeling nervous. Was something

medical tests in the modern world, and

should be fine...

let go

your

suddenly realized. "I

take it today. There were

might steal

it right