Chapter 1819
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Randall nearly fainted.
"Randall, quickly, send someone to fetch the doctor... now!" Zea's voice trembled with panic.
Over the years, she had cultivated a demeanor much like Randall's-composed, dignified, and always in control. But this time, she was utterly undone. For the first time, she felt completely helpless.
Randall's frown deepened as he took in the scene. "Calling the doctor at this hour? If this turns out to be nothing—" His words faltered when his eyes landed on Cyril lying on the bed.
Cyril's legs were covered in blood. He was bare from the waist down, and the horrific sight revealed the unimaginable—his manhood was gone, replaced by a gaping wound.
"Ah!"Randall's eyes widened in shock, the horror leaving him visibly rattled.
Cyril had lost all sense of reason, his screams piercing the night. "No! No! This is a nightmare! It has to be. A ghost-it's the ghost! It's her!"
Randall no longer cared about the ghostly claims.
"Quickly! Take my insignia and summon Dr. Herrera immediately! Now!" he barked.
The Atkinson residence was thrown into chaos in the dead of night. Cyril's screams echoed relentlessly. In her panic, Zea lashed out at the maids, blaming them for failing to protect her son and allowing such a tragedy to unfold.
Meanwhile, in the dimly lit storage shed, Manfred sat quietly in the shadows, listening to the chaos unfolding in the main house. The frantic cries and anguished wails sounded to him like the sweetest music.
To anyone else, the shed was stiflingly dark, but in Manfred's eyes, a flickering flame burned-bright, intense, and unyielding.
"This is only the beginning..."
By morning, a heavy silence had settled over the Atkinson residence. Elmer Herrera had rushed to the
mansion at midnight, but he left net
after a brief and tense examination. His face was grim as he departed, muttering that even a miracle
worker couldn't fix this. It was
beyond saving.
That morning, Zea wasted no time sending maids across the city to summon every renowned doctor they could find.
Vlario was home to many skilled doctors known for their miraculous abilities. Yet the maids knew the truth-no matter how brilliant the doctors were, they couldn't restore what had been lost. The best they could do was ease Cyril's suffering.
Still, none of them dared voice their doubts. Zea and Randall clung to hope, so the maids simply followed orders. But the unspoken truth hung heavily in the air. Cyril was no longer a man.
...
Vivian had originally planned to visit Manfred that day, but her plans were interrupted by a phone call from Hadwin Powell. He said he had something important to discuss and needed her help.
Hadwin, six years her senior, had always looked out for her.
After Skylar and Joe's accident, Natalie often relied on Hadwin and her family for support. When Hadwin called, Vivian couldn't refuse, though a part of her still worried about Manfred.
During the car ride, her thoughts wandered. She absentmindedly stared at the bracelet on her wrist, wondering how Manfred's injuries were healing. His back had been in such terrible condition.
She also wondered if the Atkinson family had tormented him again.