Chapter 1933

Most of the guests had already left. Concerned that something might have happened, Kemp pushed the door open without hesitation. "Mr. Atkinson!" he called out. The moment the door opened, he saw Manfred standing there, pale and devoid of color. Inside the private room, Manfred was the only one present, and Vivian was nowhere in sight. "Mr. Atkinson, where is Ms. Martin?" He had seen them enter together and had waited nearby, watching as waiters came and went. But Vivian hadn't passed through that door again. She couldn't have left unnoticed. Upon hearing Vivian's name, Manfred finally moved. He lifted his head, his cold, distant gaze meeting Kemp's. "She left." She had left right in front of him, yet there'd been no time, no words exchanged. Now, with her still fragile from her illness, he wondered what leaving like this would do to her. He wondered when she'd come back—if she would come back. "She left?" Kemp echoed, stunned. He hadn't seen Vivian leave, and this place was Hu