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."

authority, leaving no room

Vivian obediently

past three years, Manfred had devoted himself to studying medicine. He read countless medical texts and

her pulse had been so

spent countless nights wondering-was she able to recover

here, with a pulse that frail, even he wouldn't have been able to save her. The thought that

that stabbed him

a time, he even feared he would never see her

here now. She

with bright, shining eyes

had to admit-he had grown even more handsome with time. His features had become

his time—so much so that Vivian started feeling nervous. Was something wrong with

undergone numerous medical tests in the modern world, and Howard

be

Manfred let go of

the medicine your Uncle Howard prepared for

realized.

today. There were too many people around,

might

it right