Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1359

Lightning flashed and thunder rolled outside the fifth-floor room. It was quite some time before James stumbled in, drenched in blood.

Joseph, staring at the portrait on the wall, asked casually, "Where is she? Did she spill the beans?"

James didn't say a word, prompting Joseph to turn around. James was a mess, blood everywhere. He tossed a blood-stained knife at Joseph's feet, his voice icy. "She's dead."

The news of Sophie's death hit Joseph like a ton of bricks. "Dead?" he echoed, his face shifting with disbelief. He lunged at James, clutching his collar. "I told you to get information, not kill her! Did you get the address? Talk!"

James knew perfectly well what Joseph really wanted the address. All those promises about making things right with Sophie were just Joseph's way of pretending to care. Being his son, James saw right through him. It was all just a game to get what he wanted, even if it meant using his own flesh and blood. "Did you kill Grandma?" James suddenly asked, breaking the tension.

Joseph calmed down, replying, "You already know, don't you?"

kept too many secrets from me. Even

"What do you want?"

see the treasure myself. There are things you haven't told me. I can lead you

are my

the address, nothing else matters.

his tone flat. "After Grandma's funeral, I'll

Joseph reminded him. "You're my son, so I trust you. I promise, once we find the Devonport treasure and save your mom, our family can be whole again. Maybe you and Sophie could even start

muttered,

then, Joseph asked,