Chapter 1816

Behind Cyril, the maids held a thin, frayed blanket, and food was brought in a wooden bucket. It was clear he had no intention of offering anything worthwhile. Vivian immediately stepped outside. When she saw the spoiled, mixed food in the wooden bucket, her face drained of color. This man was utterly despicable. Without thinking, she slapped Cyril twice across the face. Cyril yelped in pain. "Who… Who hit me?" "No… No one, Mr. Cyril…" one of the maids behind him stammered, visibly terrified. The maid wondered, "What is going on? Something strange happens every time Mr. Cyril visits Mr. Manfred." It was even more bizarre now. He was claiming someone had struck him. In the Atkinson family, no one dared to strike Cyril. Besides, Manfred hadn't even shown himself. The maid wondered if he had frozen to death, though someone had seen him walking around the courtyard just the day before. Cyril suddenly became aware of the silence. He looked around but saw nothing; there was no