My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul novel Chapter 1947

"For me, it's only been three days since I left last time," Vivian explained.

To her, it had been a mere three days. But to Manfred, it had been three years.

"Did you fall ill again after you went back?" Manfred asked, nodding slightly as he studied her every expression.

He was afraid—afraid that after three years, she might find him disappointing.

If he had known he would see her in Briarpatch, he would have rested more on the journey from Vlario. He wouldn't have let himself look this exhausted.

He hadn't slept since yesterday, so he probably looked even worse now.

"I slept for three days and three nights."

"Three days and three nights?" Manfred frowned. "That still sounds like an illness."

Vivian shook her head. "Not an illness. Just weakness. As long as I keep up with my nutrition, I'll be fine. Don't worry.

"This time, before I came, Uncle Howard prepared some medicine for me. As long as I take it on time, I won't suddenly disappear again like last time."

But Manfred still wasn't reassured. "Let me check your pulse."

His voice carried an undeniable authority, leaving no room for refusal.

So Vivian obediently extended her hand.

For the past three years, Manfred had devoted himself to studying medicine. He read countless medical texts and even consulted renowned physicians from all over the country—all to improve his skills.

Because that day, before she left, her pulse had been so weak that it terrified him.

He spent countless nights wondering—was she able to recover in her world?

If she had stayed here, with a pulse that frail, even he wouldn't have been able to save her. The thought that no one might have been able to treat her…

It was a fear that stabbed him like needles.