Chapter 1880
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"Manfred, you won't die a good death! Let me go! I am the future of the Atkinson family! You're just a dog raised by our family!"
"Manfred, no matter what, I'm still your aunt. When you were little, I treated you well sometimes too. I just made some foolish mistakes over the years. Please forgive us and let us go!"
Zea and Cyril's pitiful cries shattered the quiet morning.
Vivian froze for a moment before piecing things together.
She hadn't asked Manfred what he had endured in the past two years, but now he was the head of the Atkinson family, and the entire family had to obey him. The former head, his wife and son, who had mistreated him, likely weren't faring too well now.
She wasn't a villain, but she wasn't a saint either. Those who committed wrongs must be punished.
No one could simply say, "I was wrong," and erase the monstrous sins they had committed.
It was like saying, "I killed your mother, but years later, I apologize. Let's live happily ever after as one big family." Vivian couldn't accept such nonsense repentance.
To her, if one truly knew they were wrong, then they should take responsibility and face the consequences.
When she opened the door to step out, she saw Manfred standing in front of her room, looking at her with a nervous expression.
"Did the noise wake you?"
Was she going to think he was too ruthless?
Vivian shook her head. "I usually wake up at this time. It wasn't the noise."
Seeing that she didn't seem bothered, Manfred's tightly strung nerves relaxed slightly.
"The ones shouting just now were Mrs. Atkinson and Cyril, right?" Vivian had noticed his concern, so she decided to address it.
Manfred's expression shifted slightly. "Yes. I locked them in the shed. If you think I shouldn't have done that, I'll send them out of Vlario tomorrow."
Compared to the person in front of him, his hatred for Zea and the others seemed insignificant.
Vivian shook her head. "You're the one directly involved. Over the years, you were the one they mistreated, beat, and pushed to the brink of death.
"No one else can decide for you because they haven't lived your life. Since they dared to harm you back then, they must pay for what they did."
Manfred looked at her in disbelief, his heart pounding uncontrollably. In this world, she was the only one who truly understood him.
The Holland family had tried to persuade him to let go of everything. But she said no one could decide for him because no one had lived through his hell.
She wasn't moved by pity for Cyril and Zea's current misery.
For the first time in over two years, Manfred's heart wounds began to heal, and the hatred that had consumed him started to fade.
Unable to control his emotions, he suddenly pulled her into his arms.
Vivian was momentarily stunned but didn't push him away. Instead, she gently patted his back and said softly, "Manfred, you are a very, very good person. Really!"
Hearing this, Manfred thought to himself, "If you say I'm good, then I must be good."
Meanwhile, in the shed, the mother and son pair were shivering uncontrollably from the cold.
Last night, the maids, worried they might freeze to death, gave them a blanket. Though it was filthy and smelly, it provided some warmth.
The two huddled under the same blanket, trying to fend off the cold.
But at dawn, two maids entered and snatched the blanket away. No matter how much they begged, it was useless.
Their breakfast was two burnt and cold sweet potatoes.
"Stop shouting! It's so early in the
morning, and if you disturb Mr.
Atkinson, you'll both have an even
worse day! Why didn't you think
about this earlier if you knew this would happen?"
Zea couldn't bear it any longer. She trembled violently from the cold. "Today is freezing, colder than ever before. Let me see Manfred! Let me talk to him!"
The maids ignored her completely.
About 15 minutes later, Manfred came.