Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 1515

"Defibrillator! Quick! Crank up the voltage!"

The doctor's urgent voice echoed in her ears as if it were the only sound in the operating room. Sophie felt like she was losing blood, and the pain was pounding relentlessly in her head. In a foggy daze, she glimpsed the operating room's ceiling, the bright lights blinding her eyes. Everything seemed blurry, like a scene from a past life.

Then, out of nowhere, a sharp pain shot through her arm. Sophie broke out in a cold sweat and, as she opened her eyes, saw Harold sitting right beside her. The Aldridge Estate was as peaceful as ever; all the chaos from her nightmare was just that—a dream. It had been ages since Sophie had such a terrifying dream. Maybe it was because Colby hadn't been around lately, leaving her feeling a bit unsettled.

Harold, ever the caretaker, had soaked a warm towel and placed it on her forehead. "Can't you take care of yourself without Colby here?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of sternness.

“What’s wrong with me?” Sophie croaked, her voice hoarse.

“You’ve got a fever, what else?” Harold replied, matter-of-factly. The news left Sophie in silence.

He went on, “The doctor said your wound’s gotten worse. You probably haven’t been putting on the medication like you’re supposed to. Plus, you’ve been out partying and drinking. No wonder your wound's acting up. You need to take it easy and heal at home.”

“I felt fine this morning…” she protested weakly.

“Yeah, well, you let your temper flare and caught a chill. Do you know how scared I was when you passed out?” Harold frowned, trying to sound like the responsible adult he was trying to be.