Chapter 1815

chapter1815

Vivian's eyes gleamed with mischief as she whispered, "Next time, I'll bring something—something just for hitting people. That way, I can keep my hands clean and still make them pay for you."

Her mind was already spinning with ideas. She would concoct something that caused painful, itchy welts to bloom across their skin, making them suffer the same torment they had inflicted.

Manfred smiled and nodded. "Sounds good."

Their eyes met, and a silent understanding passed between them. Outside the door, the maid remained unfazed, receiving no response from Manfred. She was accustomed to his silence.

Getting him to speak was nearly impossible, especially now that he was hovering on the brink of death.

No one had bothered to summon a doctor for his injuries despite being beaten so brutally by Randall Atkinson. He might even end up a cripple after this. He was no more valuable to them than a maid-perhaps even less so. A broken, useless man wasn't worth the trouble.

"If you still won't answer, then I'll assume you still don't understand what you did wrong. We'll leave you locked up for a few more days. Just three more days, and maybe then you'll figure it out."

The maid's voice faded as her footsteps receded.

Once the maid was gone, Vivian immediately turned to Manfred. "Sit down and take off your shirt. I need to check your wounds. I wasn't able to come yesterday, but I have a feeling I'll be able to come every day from now on."

Manfred stiffened at her words.

Seeing him remain still, Vivian asked, "What's wrong? Your wounds need to be re- dressed, or they might get infected. Don't worry. It won't hurt too much. I'll be very gentle."

"The wounds are already healing. There's no need for more treatment." Manfred avoided Vivian's gaze, his ears turning red with embarrassment.

"There's no way they're healed. Those wounds were serious. Sit down and let me disinfect them properly."

Her tone was soft and unyielding.

Show net

She wasn't going to let him suffer in silence anymore. She didn't care how he'd managed on his own before. Now that she was here she wouldn't let him face all of this alone.

SWI

If the wounds were treated properly, even if scars remained, they wouldn't be as severe. More importantly, it would reduce the risk of infection and the pain that comes with it.

Manfred had no choice but to

remove his shirt, revealing his battered torso. He was filled with

shame. His body should have beat

unmarted, flawless. He feared what

she might think when she saw him like this.

In the past, he hadn't cared about the scars or injuries. His body was just a tool, and its condition was irrelevant. But now, he wanted to be better for her. She made him want to be whole.

Vivian's hands trembled as she applied the ointment, tears pooling in her eyes. The wounds looked no better than they had days ago, raw and brutal.

"Does it hurt?" she asked, her voice quivering as she worked with care. She had done her best to be as gentle as possible but still feared that Manfred would feel the pain.

Manfred shook his head, his voice betraying no sign of discomfort. "No, it doesn't hurt. I can't feel anything."

Vivian didn't believe him. "How could

believe

it not hurt? can't bear even the

smallest cut. When I was a kid, I cried every time I had to get a shot or have blood drawn. Your wounds are much worse. You need to tell me if it hurts. Don't just endure it."

His back stiffened, and her words echoed in his mind. "Don't just endure it."

She said not to endure the pain.

His eyes reddened, and a faint vulnerability flickered in them as he murmured, "It's starting to hurt a little now."

"Okay, okay, I'll be more gentle." Vivian's voice softened as she adjusted her movements, trying her best to alleviate his discomfort.

The medicine she had bought today was supposed to help his wounds heal better.