Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1718

When Sophie came to, it felt like she was waking up from a deep, dreamless slumber. Her eyes fluttered open, and she found herself in a hospital's intensive care unit. The sunlight pouring in through the window was almost blinding. Colby was right there beside her, having stayed up all night.

"Where's Gordon?" Sophie's voice was thick with emotion, almost breaking.

The room was filled with silence. Odie, Jenna, and Adler were there too, but no one dared to speak.

"Colby, please, tell me," Sophie pressed, her voice calm but quivering underneath. Colby struggled to find the words.

Sophie turned her gaze to Jenna, her eyes brimming with a pain she couldn't hide anymore. Everyone could see how hard she was trying to keep it together.

"Jenna, you have to tell me."

"I... I..." Jenna stammered, unable to say what needed to be said, her eyes meeting Sophie's.

Adler, flustered, offered, "Maybe... maybe you should rest a little more..."

the morgue. Do you want to see him?"

seemed to freeze with

tears. She turned her head stubbornly, fighting

They're taking him to the funeral home for cremation in an hour. If you don't go, you'll miss your

I'm not going! I'm not!" Sophie's composure shattered, and she pounded the bed with her fists, trying to release the tidal wave

aching to reach out and comfort her, but he knew

room," Colby suggested,

etched on her face, then let Adler

face as she

room was a

she hugged her

Harold walked in, he saw the chaos

slept either, his eyes red from exhaustion and sorrow. He

just as deep