Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 1289

"Crash!"

Wesley suddenly slammed his cup down, frowning at May. "What are you thinking? This is the current head of the Costello family, not Gordon."

May paused, looking at Colby in front of her. "He's not Gordon? But wasn't Sophie..."

"Enough. The tea's gone cold. Make a fresh pot," Wesley interrupted, pushing the teapot toward May. She wanted to argue, but Wesley was already addressing a nearby servant. "Take the lady downstairs."

"Yes, sir."

The servant stepped forward, helping May as they headed upstairs.

Sophie watched May, noticing her looking back every few steps, her eyes fixed on Sophie, stirring an odd feeling inside her.

"Sorry about that," Wesley said with a cold tone. "She had a severe illness over a decade ago, which left her a bit off-balance, prone to talking nonsense."

"Over a decade ago?" Sophie picked up on the significant detail.

Wesley looked up. "Just an illness, nothing more. Please don't overthink it."

At that moment, a housekeeper approached. "Sir, dinner is ready."

"Since you're here, please join us for dinner," Wesley invited, turning to the housekeeper. "Go call the young master and Ms. Jenna to dinner as well."

"Yes, sir."

As the housekeeper went to summon Adler, Sophie discreetly squeezed Colby's arm. To reassure her, Colby gently patted the back of her hand.

They had given Adler and Jenna enough time; it should be almost done. Sure enough, Adler and Jenna appeared from the corner, running in from the backyard.

Jenna signaled Sophie with her eyes, indicating their success. Sophie stood up with Colby. "Mr. Wesley, we really must be going. We have other matters to attend to."