Chapter 1830

Vivian arrived at a quiet part of town, far from the usual bustle, heading straight to meet Manfred. This time, he wasn't in the rundown storage shed or the shabby, isolated courtyard. Instead, he was in a newly furnished room, warm and well-organized. Since there were others present besides Manfred, Vivian decided to remain silent, holding her belongings and standing quietly by the side. Seated in the room were Zea and Randall, both with grim expressions. Zea, though well-kept, had a pale, weary complexion. She looked as if she hadn't slept well, or perhaps something was weighing heavily on her mind. The maids stood in silence, heads lowered, not daring to speak. Manfred stood before her. His new clothes hung loosely on his frame, ill-fitting but still an improvement from when she first saw him. He had gained a little weight and no longer looked as gaunt. "Manfred, was it you? Did you bring a female ghost to harm Cyril?" Randall's voice was sharp with accusation. Zea's grip tigh