My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul novel Chapter 1832

Manfred shot back, "Isn't that the case?"

He had personally severed Cyril's manhood, and there was no fixing it. No miracle doctor in the world could achieve such a feat. Cyril simply wasn't going to be saved.

"You... ungrateful wretch!" Randall's face reddened with fury, veins bulging in his neck, but for a moment, he was left speechless. Manfred's words rang too true.

The doctors they had consulted had all said the same thing—even if a divine being descended from the heavens, Cyril would never recover. He would never be the man he once was.

This was something they couldn't report to the authorities. If they did, the Atkinson family would lose all honor, and Cyril would never be able to show himself in public again.

But despite their best efforts to keep it quiet, the rumors had already spread through Vlario. They'd summoned so many doctors that it was impossible for word not to have leaked. The news was out.

The Atkinson family's reputation had never been good. They had always claimed that Manfred had lost his mind after his mother's death and hadn't been allowed to meet anyone for years.

Now, with Cyril rendered useless, their family's reputation was truly tarnished.

Randall quickly realized the consequences of this, and while he hated Manfred, he had no choice but to accept the situation.

Zea's eyes were red from crying as she glared at Manfred. She was seething with rage, wishing she could kill Manfred. "I know it's you! It has to be you. Only you could hate Cyril so much!"

She regretted not finding a way to kill Manfred years ago. If it hadn't been for Randall's warning not to push too far—fearing that if Manfred died and his maternal grandfather came to Vlario, it would cause a massive uproar—they would have killed him by now.

That was why he was still alive.

Manfred's gaze grew cold, and a dangerous tension surrounded him. However, upon noticing Vivian still by his side, he reined it in, allowing it to dissipate.

Vivian regarded Randall and Zea with icy indifference. She was unfazed by their biased accusations against Manfred, her mind already working on her next move.

If they kept talking like this, the pasta would get cold.

She moved toward them. As she closed the distance, their loathing for Manfred became even more evident. They didn't want him to live in peace.