Chapter 1882

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The dagger was razor-sharp, its blade reflective enough to show a clear image of one's face.

Without hesitation, the mother and son each took one of the pills and swallowed them. After taking the pills, they didn't feel anything unusual.

Cyril began to entertain hopeful thoughts.

"Manfred, is this some kind of tonic? Did you see how weak we are and decide to help us regain our strength?"

Manfred turned his gaze toward the doorway.

Two maids standing there stepped inside. "Mr. Atkinson," they greeted.

"Escort them out of Vlario," Manfred ordered coldly.

"Yes, sir."

When they heard this, Zea and her son were filled with disbelief. Could it be that he was letting them go?

Manfred was actually letting them go!

"Alright, alright! We'll leave right away. Don't worry, you'll never see us again, and we'll never return to Vlario. We won't remind you of anything unpleasant—rest assured!" Zea stumbled to her feet, speaking in a fawning tone.

Of course, her words were meant solely to placate Manfred.

Never return to Vlario? Impossible!

Once she recovered her strength, she would return to Vlario and take her grievances directly to the king.

She would make the entire world aware of how ruthless and heartless Manfred truly was. She would see to it that Manfred met a bitter end!

Cyril quickly followed suit, scrambling to his feet. "Yes, yes, we'll get as far away as possible."

Supporting one another, the mother and son were just about to leave the shed when their faces suddenly twisted in pain.

Moments later, they both collapsed to the ground, their bodies convulsing as they vomited mouthfuls of blood.

The maids watching nearby were stunned and horrified.

Zea and Cyril struggled to lift their heads and look at Manfred, but their voices failed them.

The more enraged they felt, the harder it became to speak, as every attempt only caused more blood to gush from their mouths.

They tried to stand but were

horrified to discover that their arms and legs had gone completely limp. Even when the bleeding stopped, they found themselves unable to utter a single word.

Manfred stared down at them, his expression cold and unfeeling. "You poisoned my mother, plotted her death, and tormented me for years. Did

you really think I'd let you go?"

Dream on.

If it weren't for Vivian, he would have built a snake pit on the estate and thrown the mother and son into it. Leaving them alive now was already an act of mercy.

Terror was etched across Zea's and Cyril's faces. At that moment, they realized just how terrifying Manfred truly was.

Zea, in particular, was gripped by fear. She could already imagine that life outside Vlario would be even more miserable than it had been at the Atkinson residence.

At least within the estate, she had been able to move and eat, however meagerly. But once thrown out of Vlario, they would be a descent into true hell.

Manfred took out a silk handkerchief and carefully wiped his hands, ensuring no trace of contamination remained. Without sparing the two on the ground a single glance, he walked out of the shed.

After leaving, he headed back to see Vivian. By now, the kitchen should have finished preparing breakfast-the meal he had personally instructed them to make.