Chapter 1833

Manfred's gaze remained cold as he looked at Randall and Zea, both unconscious. His expression remained unreadable. Yet, the weariness in his eyes seemed to reflect a world of sorrow, evoking a sudden pang of sympathy in Vivian. She moved closer to him, her voice soft. "I've taken care of them for you. They'll be bedridden for days after the scare I gave them." At her words, Manfred's eyes shifted. He smiled warmly at Vivian. The maids, who had been slow to react, now panicked as they realized the situation. "Mr. Randall! Mrs. Atkinson!" "Hurry! Call the doctor!" "Quickly!" Amid the chaos, Manfred took Vivian's hand and led her away. They then returned to his modest, secluded courtyard. "This is the cake I told you about, the one I love the most. And this pasta is still hot; it has just been cooked. Try the pasta first, and then we'll eat the cake together." Vivian opened the package and gestured for Manfred to sit down. Manfred noticed there was only one serving of pasta. "A