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.

clung to Colby's hand tightly, almost to the point of leaving

me! Save

cold sea seemed to engulf her

into every crevice of

her was the nauseating

pitch-black hull, with the sea water nearly submerging half of her head. In the cramped space, she had to stand on tiptoe desperately, fighting for a

"Save me! Save me!"

eyes

was familiar, her pupils

Colby, her wildly racing heart

"Colby..."

Sophie's voice trembled.

"It's me."

held Sophie's hands, chasing away

hands and feet were

checked the wounds, and they hadn't

streaming down her face uncontrollably: "I thought I'd never

her back, and asked, "Did you have

seemed to bring the

she couldn't remember

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 fell