Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Colby strode forward protectively, positioning himself in front of Sophie. "I said, leave Sophie alone." Colby's expression was icy.

The smile on Lennon's face vanished as well. He set down the fork he had been holding and removed his scarf, revealing an aged voice that carried an undeniable authority. "Is this how you speak to your grandfather?"

Years of living in luxury had given Lennon a somewhat fuller figure. His face bore some lines and wrinkles, though not excessively so, and his hair was graying. He maintained an impeccably neat appearance, resembling a distinguished elderly gentleman. However, his eyes, so similar to Colby's, brimmed with a wild, dangerous aggression.

"Colby, your grandfather hasn't been troubling me. We were just having a meal."

Hearing the mention of a meal, Colby's attention was drawn to the pies that were placed in front of Lennon.

Colby stepped forward and casually took a piece with his fork to ensure the pie wasn't poisoned.

"It's a bit salty," he remarked nonchalantly.

Sophie crossed her arms, saying, "Colby, I made that pie."

"It's delicious."

Lennon's expression darkened at his grandson's quick change of tone. Colby's behavior was just like his lovestruck father back in the day!

the pie, and I'm taking her with me. Any objections?" Colby gave Lennon, who was enjoying the

prepared the meal for her, and you're just going to take her away like that? What do you say? are you leaving or staying?" Sophie looked towards Colby, her

frowned, then turned to Lennon. "My wife says she's hungry.

you've got yourself a wife and forgot about your

was already leading the two out of the

servants had prepared a change of clothes for Lennon, and in no time, he appeared

disclosed to outsiders. Sophie chose a spot closest to Lennon, signaling for Colby to sit down as well. Though somewhat reluctant, Colby sat down next to Sophie

people from one another, far less conducive to familial bonding than a smaller table

the past, to times before his son had

hadn't expected to witness a similar scene decades

bankrupt, but the Costello family are not gatekeepers. Still, I must ask, when did you learn of my identity?" "From the first glance, I knew," Sophie responded directly. "Sir, with all due respect, you're dressed in bespoke and limited

that obvious? He

butler beside him and inquired, "Did

were selected as per your instructions, but you didn't specify a budget..." The butler looked somewhat aggrieved. The situation was not really

should have informed me

your role, I didn't say anything." "You, child, are just