Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1622

William made his grand exit after going over the precautions.

At that moment, Colby stood up, he went to the door, locked it from the inside, and then returned to the bedside.

In the dead of night, the bedroom was utterly silent. Colby, fearing he might accidentally touch Sophie's wounds, chose to sit in a chair by the bed. He turned on a dim table lamp to ensure Sophie could see him immediately if she woke up in the middle of the night.

"Brother..."

Sophie murmured something in her sleep, unintelligible.

Colby frowned, whispering softly, "Sophie, I'm here."

Perhaps hearing Colby's voice calmed her, as Sophie gradually quieted down. But the next second, she suddenly raised her hands as if trying to grasp something:

"It's so dark... Brother, save me!"

Hearing this, Colby immediately grasped Sophie's raised hands.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Colby tightened his grip on her hand.

to Colby's hand tightly, almost to the

save me! Save

sea seemed

bone-chilling cold seeped into every crevice of her

the nauseating smell

in a pitch-black hull, with the sea water nearly submerging half of her head. In the cramped

"Save me! Save me!"

Sophie's eyes

her was familiar, her pupils dilated for

wildly racing heart

"Colby..."

Sophie's voice trembled.

"It's me."

away the

feet

wounds, and they hadn't

up and threw herself into Colby's arms, tears streaming down

gently patting her back, and asked, "Did you have a

seemed to bring the scenes back to

rest she

seemed to be trapped in a narrow hull, nearly drowned by the sea water, desperately trying to breathe. But the next second, due to her petite stature, she