Chapter 1867

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Two years ago, Randall had suffered a stroke. Completely incapacitated, he could no longer take care of himself.

Whenever he tried to speak, drool spilled from his mouth.

It all started after a reckless night with Fern and Virginia. When they discovered he had suffered a stroke, all three of them were found naked.

In the chaos that followed, several doctors, including royal doctors, confirmed that Randall had suffered a stroke and would be bedridden for the rest of his life.

The two women responsible for his condition were sold off immediately by Zea.

From that point on, things spiraled out of control. Manfred's rise to power was swift, and with the help of the Holland family, he eventually became the new head of the Atkinson family.

This rendered Zea and Cyril's attempts at self-preservation meaningless.

Now, whenever Zea thought about those years, it felt like a nightmare she couldn't wake up from. She almost constantly regretted not having eliminated Manfred seven or eight years ago.

If she had, she could have claimed to the Atkinson family that Manfred had passed away due to illness.

"We just have to hold on a little longer. I'll make sure everyone knows Manfred's true nature!" Zea's eyes were filled with rage, and her teeth ground together in frustration.

However, Cyril couldn't hold on any longer. He became increasingly unhinged.

"I'm the scion of the Atkinson family! You all have to listen to me! Kill Manfred! Kill him! End him! Hahaha... I'm the future head, not him! Manfred is nothing but a dog-a dog I will torture! Hahaha!"

These words echoed every day. The maids in the Atkinson family had grown so accustomed to them that they had become numb, pretending not to hear a thing.

Upon hearing those words, Zea's face turned pale. Looking at her son, who had already lost his sanity, she had become numb to it all.

But deep inside, her hatred kept growing. She hated Manfred. She loathed the maid in the household who had flattered and fawned over Manfred, treating her with cruelty just to gain his favor.

Once she managed to escape this wretched storage shed, she would make them all pay dearly.

The sounds from the storage shed reached Manfred's ears as he sat reading in his study.

The book in his hands was unlike any other book sold in stores today. It looked more refined, with even lifelike illustrations.

Anyone who saw it would surely be shocked and curious about how Manfred acquired such rare and unusual books.

But Kemp, who stood beside him, was no longer surprised.

After more than two years of serving Manfred, he had seen all sorts of bizarre things. He even occasionally overheard Manfred call out a woman's name— Vivian.

He had spent enough time around Manfred to know that he harbored a secret— one he didn't want anyone else to discover.

"Mr. Holland Senior just sent words. He wishes for you to visit Holland Residence if you have time in the next few days. He misses you," Kemp said.

Manfred barely looked up from the book, his voice soft as he responded, "Okay."

Kemp said nothing more. He understood why Glen wanted Manfred to visit Holland Residence.

This year, Manfred was already 20 years old. By this age, most men would already be married, perhaps even fathers of several children, and surrounded by more than one woman.

But Manfred hadn't married yet, and many young women in Vlario were

interested in him, including a ten?

daughters from the Holland family who wanted to marry him.

However, when Manfred appeared in public, he always seemed distant and cold, completely indifferent to any beautiful women who stood before him.

Even when he attended a banquet in the palace, he showed no interest in the princess' advances.