Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 1706

After chatting, Mrs. Costello made her way over to Sophie, wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulders. "Colby just got back from abroad," she said softly. "He didn't mean to upset you. Let me apologize for him. Come on, let's head inside; it's too chilly out here, and I wouldn't want you catching a cold."

With Mrs. Costello's kindness, Sophie could only nod and follow her through the grand entrance of the Costello estate.

Inside the hall, Andrew watched the scene unfold and turned to Alexander with a stern look. "Alexander, look at your son, bullying my daughter like this! Are you trying to pick a fight with me?"

"Of course not," Alexander replied, raising a glass of red wine with a suave smile. "I've watched Sophie grow up; don't worry, I'll have a chat with him and make sure he apologizes to Sophie."

Damita, overhearing Alexander, couldn't help but smirk.

Alexander disciplining his son? Could you even picture that?

Colby seemed tough enough, but who knew if he could take a scolding?

In her room, Sophie had taken a shower. Her once-perfect makeup was gone, and her elegant dress was still damp.

Harold had been waiting outside for Sophie. When she came out in a dress Mrs. Costello had lent her, her face was red from crying, and her nose was a bit pink.

Sophie had always been the darling of the family, never having faced such humiliation.

Harold couldn’t help but say, "Stop crying, you look a mess."

"You're not helping!" Sophie burst into tears again, sobbing. "If I hadn't been waiting for you, I wouldn't have run into that lunatic! Where's my brother? Why isn't he here yet? If he were here, this wouldn't have happened!"

"Please, stop crying," Harold pleaded. "If my brother finds out, I'm done for!"

Harold was trying to calm Sophie when suddenly a bouquet of flowers was tossed her way in the hallway.

The bouquet landed almost perfectly in Sophie's hands.

It was a bunch of vibrant red roses, their fragrance rich and intoxicating.