Chapter 1833

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"Who could that be? It's still early, and someone's already gone to sleep and started having nightmares?" Vivian asked, puzzled.

"Cyril," Manfred replied in a calm, detached tone.

"Oh, it's him," Vivian said, immediately losing interest.

"Yes."

Then, Vivian said her goodbyes and left. She had already stayed quite a while this time.

The grilled meat was genuinely delicious, and her conversation with Manfred had been enjoyable. He was curious about her world, and she had to explain it in ways he could understand.

Most of the time, Manfred simply listened.

Vivian knew why Manfred didn't talk much about his own experiences. To him, most of his memories were painful especially the last few years, when he had been confined and subjected to all kinds of mistreatment.

He didn't want to relive his suffering by sharing it.

After Vivian left, Manfred stood in a daze for a while. His gaze shifted to the two bags on the ground, filled with items that reflected Vivian's care for him.

Yes, she cared about him deeply.

A faint smile appeared on his lips.

After a long moment, he moved the two bags and hid them in the hidden compartment beneath his bed.

Then he returned to his desk. This

time, he didn't continue studying et

medical texts-he had already learned what he needed and put it into practice.

Now, he needed to dive into the strategy books and absorb their wisdom as quickly as possible. For now, no one was likely to bother him.

As Manfred immersed himself in his studies, Cyril's anguished screams of rage echoed endlessly, nearly shaking the entire estate.

The entire household had been on edge for days. No one dared to laugh or even make a sound for fear of punishment.

On top of that, one disaster after another had struck.

Cyril had been rendered a cripple, unable to function as a man anymore.

Meanwhile, Randall and Zea had been plagued by severe diarrhea for days. Despite calling in multiple physicians and drinking the prescribed medicine three times a day, the situation hadn't improved.

Every time they ate, they would immediately start having diarrhea again.

After several days of this, the couple was utterly drained. Their legs were weak,

their bodies exhausted, and they were confined to their bed.

Even drinking water caused a strange, gassy sensation in theirs stomachs, which would eventually release, filling the room with

unpleasant odor.

The servants were miserable, and the couple had never experienced such humiliation in their entire lives.