Chapter 1809

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Behind Cyril, the maids held a thin, frayed blanket, and food was brought in a wooden bucket. It was clear he had no intention of offering anything worthwhile.

Vivian immediately stepped outside.

When she saw the spoiled, mixed food in the wooden bucket, her face drained of color. This man was utterly despicable.

Without thinking, she slapped Cyril twice across the face.

Cyril yelped in pain. "Who... Who hit me?"

"No... No one, Mr. Cyril..." one of the maids behind him stammered, visibly terrified.

The maid wondered, "What is going on? Something strange happens every time Mr. Cyril visits Mr. Manfred."

It was even more bizarre now. He was claiming someone had struck him.

In the Atkinson family, no one dared to strike Cyril. Besides, Manfred hadn't even shown himself.

The maid wondered if he had frozen to death, though someone had seen him walking around the courtyard just the day before.

Cyril suddenly became aware of the silence. He looked around but saw nothing; there was no sign of Manfred. His expression shifted immediately.

"This is getting stranger and stranger. Manfred is becoming more and more eerie."

"There's a ghost. There must be!" another maid cried out.

The others, equally frightened, began to step back.

Cyril's face turned pale. "Stop talking nonsense! There are no such things as ghosts. Ghosts only come out at night-there's no such thing during the day."

"But... But what if it's Mr. Manfred? What if Mr. Manfred died and turned into a ghost? We've been calling out for him for minutes, and he hasn't comeout. Logically speaking, Ke couldn't have survived so long without food and a blanket. If Manfred really froze to death or starved, what should we say to Mr. Randall?" one maid mused aloud.

Cyril gritted his teeth. "If he's dead, then so be it. My father never cared about him anyway. When have you seen my father here?"

Several maids nodded in agreement. Cyril was right. If Randall Atkinson truly cared for Manfred, he wouldn't have neglected him all these years. He never visited, nor did he allow anyone else to see him, while Cyril's mother, Zea Holland, treated him however she pleased.

Seeing the expressions on Cyril and the maids, Vivian could no longer contain her

anger. She struck Cyril again, unable to stop herself.

They had gone too far.

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"Ah! Who is it? Come out now, no matter if you're a human or a ghost! Come out quickly! Do you believe me? I can call a priest, and once the priest arrives, no matter how powerful you are, I'll make sure you disappear," Cyril shouted as he

backed away, trying to sound brave.

No one had ever hit him this hard before. His entire face burned with pain. He wondered if ghosts could cause such agony.

"Shameless." Vivian sneered.

That sneer made Cyril jump. "Ah! Run, run! It's a female ghost! A female ghost!"

The other maids were also frightened. They had heard it too—a female voice saying "shameless".

The voice was icy cold, colder than the snow in winter.

The maids fled as fast as they could, abandoning the tattered blanket and the bucket of spoiled food.