Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1318

Inside, the room was a cozy pink princess paradise, with a small, soft bed topped with a large brown teddy bear, and a desk nearby holding two fairy tale books. The floor was covered in pink fluffy rugs, and a beautiful wooden rocking horse stood proudly among scattered, unfinished building blocks. Castles, dolls, and delicate little tea sets dotted the room, each scene tugging at Sophie's emotions.

It felt like something in her mind was trying to break free, struggling to be remembered. As the world seemed to spin around her, Sophie, battling a headache, forced herself to take another step forward. Her eyes caught a stack of yellowed newspapers piled in a corner of the attic.

Sophie wanted to get closer and check out what was on those pages, but with each step, memories seemed to bombard her mind. Almost there... just about to remember... She could almost see someone sitting on the bed, gently reading a fairy tale book aloud.

She seemed to ask, "Brother, why do the prince and princess in fairy tales fall in love at first sight?"

he replied, "Because it's

princess love someone other

be many knights around the princess, but the

marry a prince

her eyes and fell backward, but a warm embrace from her memories caught

face hidden, was cradling Sophie, his breath ragged. Beads of sweat on his forehead made his already pale face look even more ghostly. Eventually, exhausted, Gordon knelt on the floor, still holding onto Sophie. A

night was deep and the third-floor corridor dimly lit. Odie appeared behind them, seemingly out of nowhere. Gordon hung his head, trying to catch his

I was here?" Odie frowned. He'd always thought Gordon was incapacitated, yet here he was, not only walking but also sharper than Odie had expected. When Gordon didn't answer, Odie's eyes fell on the syringe