Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1782

At home and school, if she wasn't in class, she was training. She barely had a moment to spare for games. And honestly, she wasn't even hooked on them. The shooting games her classmates raved about couldn't hold a candle to the real-life adventures she had at home.

"Uh... I play, I play..." She fumbled. Oh, great!

What was that game Betty and the rest were always on about? "League of Legends? Call of Duty? Or maybe Fortnite?"

"Yes, yes! Those are the ones! I'm all over them!"

"Open your phone, let me see," James said, handing his phone to Fiona.

Staring at the lock screen, Fiona felt a wave of dread wash over her. She'd been told not to use this phone unless absolutely necessary. It was too precious to her to risk downloading games.

"Fiona, you're not fooling anyone," James said, seeing right through her fib.

"Godfather..."

you get

"...I bought it."

hung her head, steeling herself for a scolding from James. But it never came. Instead, James spoke softly, "If the person

tapped the phone's screen and added, "If anyone asks, just say I

by his unexpected support. "Do you understand or

I understand,"

her response, James left the Costello home. Fiona looked down at the phone, wondering if her godfather was aware of something deeper. Or maybe he was just as in the dark.

like it was his second home. After washing up, he sat across from Fiona at the dinner table

II

school made Fiona shoot him a look

oblivious to the latest events, whispered, "Don't worry, if