Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1349

As James stood there, the man reached out and gave his shoulder a reassuring pat. "Come on," he said, motioning for James to follow.

James hesitated for a moment, glancing back at Sophie's door, firmly shut. Finally, he decided to go with the man, making their way up to the fifth floor of the sprawling Burke mansion.

The hallway was cloaked in darkness, with shadows stretching out like the secrets of time. The man opened a door, revealing a room that seemed untouched for decades, like a snapshot from the past. It was a master bedroom, and as they stepped inside, a massive portrait hanging on the wall immediately caught the eye.

It was a wedding photo, the couple captured in a moment of bliss. The woman's face was calm and gentle, her beauty timeless and serene. Beside her, the man stood with an expression that mirrored James's own, a sternness etched into his features.

The man took a few steps forward, stopping at a vase perched on a table. With a simple twist, the vase triggered a hidden mechanism, sliding a cabinet aside to reveal a retractable iron door. Behind it lay a sleek, modern elevator.

lived here all his life, yet he never suspected such a secret hidden in his parents' room. The

James felt a weight settle in his chest. No matter how prepared he thought he

a woman, capturing her in moments of grace and elegance. Her clothes

softening as he looked around. His eyes grew tender when they fell

wife or mother, claiming she got what she deserved. But the woman in the photographs was different, her smile radiant, as if trying to share her

who had given him life but nothing more. He thought he wouldn't feel anything seeing her things. Yet, the images of

yet still holding a shadow of its former intensity. He bore a resemblance to James, the years having carved lines into his features without

company's thriving under your care, and you've looked after your grandmother

scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping his