Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1750

As Fiona spoke, a touch of sadness colored her words. Her mom had always said that the locket she wore was a gift from her uncle when she was just a baby. But deep down, she knew it was actually from Mr. Aldridge.

"Your mom's right," Mr. Aldridge had once told her. "Take care of your precious things. Until you're old enough to look after them yourself, it's best not to show them around."

"Okay! I remember everything you said, Mr. Aldridge!" Fiona chimed in eagerly.

Outside the garden, Rover barked, breaking the gentle silence. Fiona glanced towards the gate, feeling a bit disappointed. She knew that bark-it was Rover, her brother's trusty pal, signaling that her mom was searching for her.

"Mr. Aldridge, will we only see each other again next year?" she asked, a note of longing in her voice.

"Yes," he nodded.

Gordon held out his pinky finger to Fiona. "This is our little secret, Fiona. Do you remember what you promised me?"

promised Uncle Gordon

"Good."

Fiona's hair. "Off

a reluctant glance back at Gordon as her mom's voice called her name. With a heavy heart, she turned and left the garden. The wind chimes jingled softly as

Sophie called as she stepped into the flower garden. Fiona

around Fiona. "Don't

"I understand!"

Sophie hugged her tighter and led her towards the garden exit. Fiona stole one

was five, her parents had brought her to meet Mr. Aldridge for the first time. She'd gotten lost in the garden back then,

to Mr. Aldridge. Fiona couldn't quite grasp why Mr. Aldridge was around but never wanted to see her mom, just as she didn't understand why her mom visited every year yet never

party chatted about things she couldn't comprehend, James slipped outside for a smoke. Over the past seven years, smoking had