Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 1719

The hospital corridor was eerily quiet, not a soul in sight. Sophie wandered alone down the empty hallway, her eyes catching the word "Morgue" looming ahead. It was freezing in there, and clad in a flimsy hospital gown, she stood outside one of the rooms, too scared to step inside.

When she was little, her parents adored her. But even more than they adored her, they adored each other. They were always off on some adventure, grabbing any chance to travel the world, so she often found herself at the Aldridge Manor. To her, the manor felt more like home than anywhere else.

And Gordon, well, he was the best. As a kid, she clung to him like a shadow. Kids are sensitive to scents, and she loved the way Gordon smelled. She would often nestle against him, coaxing her brother to spin her tales. Even back then, Gordon was incredibly busy. He was a rare genius in the Aldridge family, with a slew of international courses lined up for him every day. Yet, he never let exhaustion show in front of her. Instead, he patiently indulged her with stories each time. Those days were carefree and beautiful.

But life isn’t perfect; she wasn’t the same Sophie anymore, and Gordon wasn’t the Gordon she remembered. He was now a cold, lifeless body, lying there, never to flash her that gentle, easy smile again.

"Ms. Sophie, it's time," Rick approached, breaking the silence. Sophie stared at the body covered in a white sheet, silent. As Rick instructed the hospital staff to wheel the gurney away, Sophie didn't move an inch. When the gurney brushed past her, she fought the urge to look back.

Rick watched her with a touch of sympathy and said, "Ms. Sophie, take care of yourself."