Richest Mogul

Vivian's eyes brightened when she saw Manfred. "You're finally back!" But her relief turned to dread the moment she took in Manfred's appearance.

His steps faltered as he approached, and when light hit his face, she saw how pale he was. Blood streaked across his torn clothes, soaking the fabric.

A deep wound carved into his chest, fresh blood still oozing from it.

"You're hurt!" she gasped.

Manfred lifted his gaze, his eyes locking onto hers. "Don't worry. I'm fine. See that cabinet over there? There are medical supplies inside. Just help me dress the wound. Don't worry."

His body gave out as soon as he finished speaking.

Vivian rushed forward, catching him before he collapsed completely. Her face turned pale at the sight of the wound up close. It was still bleeding steadily.

Her experience tending to Manfred's wounds in the past gave her the confidence to act quickly. Without hesitation, she ripped off his torn shirt.

The full extent of the injury became clear, and she stopped, stunned. "This is far worse than I imagined," she murmured. "It's so deep!"

She shook off her shock and ran to the cabinet. Inside an assortment of medicine bottles sat in neat rows. She grabbed an ornate bottle at random.

Manfred's wound was a brutal gash, the flesh ripped open and raw. It was deep, spanning a wide area, and the risk of infection loomed large if not treated properly.

likely pilfered during her unconsciousness in the black market, were nonexistent. She had no choice but to trust the bottle

time she finished treating him, sweat dripped

his face still as pale

on. You

days? His injuries were far worse than she'd anticipated. And

had she been out? A sudden

"Manfred?" she called softly.

Bowman, Mr. Atkinson hasn't been in the mansion for the past two

easy to read, but

has seen him for the last couple of

tone cold. He began scanning

in confusion. "What

his eyes, his expression cold. "Do

heart skipped a beat. She instinctively reached for

forgotten whose room this is? This is Manfred's room. People die

room is cleaned thoroughly, the stench of blood lingers. And since he got rid of the candle jars, there's nothing to cover

gave Sterling a

mischief in his eyes. "You

definitely changed. He's much more aggressive now, if you