My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul novel Chapter 1864

Manfred found it amusing when he heard the maid's report, though his face remained cold and unreadable.

However, the maid noticed Manfred's distant demeanor and felt a pang of unease. It was clear that Manfred had little to no fatherly affection for Randall. If Randall was trying to repair their relationship, it was likely wishful thinking on his part.

Soon enough, Manfred was brought before Randall. The man lying half-reclined on the bed looked frail. His face was pale, and he seemed much thinner than he had been a month ago.

While the weight loss was notable, the weariness clung to him, making him appear far older.

Seeing Randall in such a pitiful state filled Manfred with a twisted sense of satisfaction. His lips curled into a faint, pleased smirk, though Randall failed to notice it.

Instead, Randall looked at Manfred with a complex expression and sighed. "Over the years, you must have hated me, haven't you?"

Manfred raised an eyebrow as if the question itself amused him. He thought to himself, "Hate? No, not anymore."

He no longer wasted energy on something as futile as hatred. He simply wanted to destroy the man lying before him.

Randall pressed on. "I know I've neglected you all these years. I let you suffer, and that was my failure as a father. But I've realized my mistake. I understand now how important you are to me. The future of this family rests on you, Manfred. I promise I'll treat you better from now on."

The heartfelt declaration would have made Zea furious if she had overheard it. But for Manfred, it only elicited a faint look of disinterest.

He met Randall's gaze, his tone flat. "Is something wrong with your health?"

It was a question designed to feign ignorance, even though Manfred already knew the answer. After all, he was the one responsible for Randall's current condition.

He had been meticulous in his approach, studying medical texts to ensure the symptoms would manifest gradually.

Manfred was now his only viable heir. Cyril had proven to be useless.

Still, he didn't understand why his urges had become uncontrollable of late. Despite the doctor's warnings against engaging in such activities, he couldn't stop himself. Each night, as the darkness fell, the urges overwhelmed him.

Manfred raised an eyebrow at Randall's statement, responding with an indifferent hum.

Though Randall was dissatisfied with Manfred's indifferent attitude, he understood that it was unrealistic to expect Manfred to suddenly embrace all the formalities and rules of the household.

Still, he was unwilling to continue the conversation. The entire exchange made him uncomfortable as if he were forcing warmth onto someone who couldn't care less, like offering a handshake only to be left hanging.

He said, "It's getting late. Go back and get some rest."