Chapter 1940

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"For me, it's only been three days since I left last time," Vivian explained.

To her, it had been a mere three days. But to Manfred, it had been three years.

"Did you fall ill again after you went back?" Manfred asked, nodding slightly as he studied her every expression.

He was afraid—afraid that after three years, she might find him disappointing.

If he had known he would see her in Briarpatch, he would have rested more on the journey from Vlario. He wouldn't have let himself look this exhausted.

He hadn't slept since yesterday, so he probably looked even worse now.

"I slept for three days and three nights."

"Three days and three nights?" Manfred frowned. "That still sounds like an illness."

Vivian shook her head. "Not an illness. Just weakness. As long as I keep up with my nutrition, I'll be fine. Don't worry.

"This time, before I came, Uncle Howard prepared some medicine for me. As long as I take it on time, I won't suddenly disappear again like last time."

But Manfred still wasn't reassured. "Let me check your pulse."

His voice carried an undeniable authority, leaving no room for refusal.

So Vivian obediently extended her hand.

For the past three years, Manfred had devoted himself to studying medicine. He read countless medical texts and even consulted renowned physicians from all over the country-all to improve his skills.

Because that day, before she left, her pulse had been so weak that it terrified him.

He spent countless nights wondering-was she able to recover in her world?

If she had stayed here, with a pulse that frail, even he wouldn't have been able to save her. The thought that no one might have been able to treat her...

It was a fear that stabbed him like needles.

For a time, he even feared he would never see her again.

But she was here now. She was safe.

Vivian watched Manfred with bright, shining eyes as he carefully checked her pulse.

She had to admit-he had grown even more handsome with time. His features had become sharper, more defined—even more striking than before.

Manfred took his time—so much so that Vivian started feeling nervous. Was something wrong with her?

She had undergone numerous medical tests in the modern world, and Howard had assured her she was fine.

She should be fine... right?

Finally, Manfred let go of her hand.

"You're still weak. Did you take the medicine your Uncle Howard prepared for you today?" he asked gently.

Vivian suddenly realized. "I didn't get

a chance to take it today. There were too many people around, and I

Waid someone might steal it.

I'll take it right now."

Manfred's brows furrowed slightly. "How many times a day do you take it? I'll remind you."

"Twice a day-morning and evening,"

Vivian answered truthfully. She had

anfred was terrifying

when he got serious.

Without another word, Manfred poured her a cup of water. He tested the temperature-not too hot, not too cold.

By then, Vivian had already taken out the medicine from her bag.

She took the cup from Manfred's hand and swallowed the medicine.

"Is it bitter?" Manfred asked.

"No, it's just nutritional supplements. No real taste," Vivian replied.

Manfred smiled slightly. "Good."

Then, he added, "Originally, I wanted you to rest. But there's something I think you'll want to know immediately."