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 t