Chapter 1817

Vivian blinked in surprise. They could hear her voice. Her gaze dropped to the bracelet on her wrist. Earlier, in her anger, it had flickered faintly. The bracelet, a gift from Manfred, had always felt peculiar. There was an unexplainable connection, as though it responded to her emotions. She suspected that if she wanted people to hear her, they would—and if she didn't, they wouldn't. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of making them see her one day, just as Manfred did. Just then, she heard a voice calling her from behind. "Ms. Martin." Manfred's tone carried a trace of joy. She quickly shook off her thoughts and turned. Manfred stood behind her, his expression calm, though his sharp eyes briefly darted over her shoulder before narrowing with a chilling intensity. "Cyril came by earlier. Were you resting?" she asked, walking toward him. Manfred's gaze softened as he nodded. "I just made some lemon tea. Come, try it." "Sure! I brought you something too." Back in t