Chapter 1895

Moments later, Alger arrived at Manfred's room. He glanced around, pinched his fingers together in a contemplative gesture, and raised his eyebrows. "The side room—Mr. Atkinson has been visiting it frequently these past two days. Could the female ghost be there?" Kemp suggested. Alger maintained an enigmatic expression. "Let's take a look." Vivian had originally been preparing to sleep, but for some reason, she couldn't settle down. Her mind was filled with images of copper mirrors of all shapes and designs. Unable to fall asleep, she stared at the ceiling. At that moment, the door to her room suddenly opened. She immediately sat up. Could it be Manfred? "Mr. Marshman, wait a moment. Let me light the lamp," Kemp said as he strode into the room. With practiced ease, he lit the candles, instantly illuminating the space. The scene inside the room came into view—a space elegantly decorated and clearly a woman's quarters. Looking around, Kemp felt his scalp tingle. The female ghost