Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1327

Seeing no old newspapers around, Sophie's heart sank like a stone. She could still vividly recall last night-how she had made her way up to the attic on the third floor, breaking the door open with a hammer. She had seen the familiar bed, the children's toys, and those old newspapers piled up like a mountain. Every scene was so clear, it hardly felt like a dream at all.

"Those old newspapers must've been bought up by someone. After the kidnapping incident that rocked the Aldridge family, they burned all those papers," Colby said. "With their influence, if they wanted something gone, it would disappear without a trace."

"Yeah, I guess you're right..." Sophie replied. But why would anyone stack heaps of old newspapers in an attic? She shook her head, unable to shake the feeling. "I still want to check out the attic on the third floor."

Seeing it for herself was the only way she'd feel at ease.

"Alright, I'll go with you," Colby said, helping Sophie up from the bed.

As they opened the door, they found Rick standing there. He handed Sophie a set of keys. "Ms. Sophie, I've found the keys to the attic. Let me take you there."

headed

smell mixed with dust hit them in

the room was filled with old clocks and furniture, clearly relics from another era. None of it matched what she

old furniture from the previous head of the Aldridge family. The master never wanted to throw them out but

just a dream after all," Sophie sighed, deciding not to enter. She turned

at all. It's just an

in, "Anything else you feel like doing? I'm here

bit tired, just want to get some rest,"

I'll take you back," Colby said,

Colby and Sophie left, then locked the attic door

scene unfold. Seeing Colby help Sophie down, Jenna called out, "Sophie, I heard you had a fever.