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..."

morgue. Do you want to see him?" Odie finally broke

to

with tears. She turned her head stubbornly, fighting to keep her emotions in check. "I'm not

for cremation in an hour. If you don't go, you'll

I'm not!" Sophie's composure shattered, and she pounded the bed with her fists,

watched, aching to reach out and comfort her, but he knew Sophie needed space

some room," Colby suggested,

at Sophie, worry etched on her face, then let Adler guide

the tears came, streaming down her face as she sobbed and screamed, desperately trying to let out her

was a

cold floor, she hugged her knees, feeling more

in, he saw

and sorrow. He

was just as deep