Reborn to Burn Them All novel Chapter 194

Chapter 194

Chapter 194

Sophia’s phone buzzed. It was a voice message from Bryan.

Bryan’s voice trembled with excitement. [Sophia, I really found my father’s key to the safety deposit box. I’m heading to the bank right now to retrieve his will!

Recalling the original plot, Sophia reminded him, “Go with a few more people, just in case.”

Bryan said, “Thanks for the heads–up. I will.”

Sophia thought to herself, ‘He sounds so strong and healthy, nothing like someone on death’s door. Could there be some hidden plot in the originat story?

“If anything happens to Bryan, I’ll be the successor to his inhe

Sophia touched her cheek and sighed softly. She muttered to here

After finishing her coffee, Sophia stood up and left the cafe.

“Damn. I’m becoming kinder and kinder.”

Just a wall away in the adjoining coffee room sat three people: Colin, Edward, and Miles.

Colin noticed that Edward’s expression remained unchanged. He lowered his gaze and served Edward a cup of coffee.

Miles looked uncomfortable. He opened and closed his mouth several times without saying a word.

Edward lifted the coffee cup to his lips and took a delicate sip. His frail health was evident in the sickly pallor of his skin, and his long, slender fingers with prominent knuckles made the veins on the back of his hand stand out conspicuously.

Miles couldn’t hold back any longer. He said, “Sir, Ms. Chandler…”

Not only had Heather been completely taken in, but even Miles found it utterly absurd. However, Miles felt it bizarrely made some sense.

Edward slowly raised his eyes and said in a gentle voice with a chilling undertone, “Don’t

Igo mess with her.”

Miles’s breath caught as Edward’s seemingly casual glance swept over him. “I–I am not planning to mess with her,” Miles stammered.

He thought, ‘Like I’d ever dare? She’s totally out of my league. I just find Sophia absolutely fascinating.’

He was also very curious about Edward and his centenarian great–grandmother’s attitude toward Sophia, especially his great–grandmother, who hadn’t set foot outside the Hartwick residence in decades but burst into tears like a child the moment she saw Sophia on the livestream.

At that moment, Colin said, “Sir, shall I make some arrangements?”

Edward gave a muffled cough and shook his head. “She dislikes others interfering in her affairs.”

Hearing this, Miles couldn’t help but feel confused.

His great–grandmother, Anne, kept replaying Sophia’s livestream and laughed and cried each time. She had watched any tiny bit of footage obsessively.

As for Edward, he clearly wanted to get closer to Sophia but forbade anyone from disturbing her.

Miles wondered, ‘Who exactly is Sophia? Could/she be like Edward?‘

Sophia left the cafe and got into Dorian’s car. The two headed straight to the police station, where Charlotte was taking Susan’s statement.

Sophia was a familiar face at the police station. She was pretty, likable, and always offered useful leads The older officers and staff there adored her very much.

The moment she showed up, they would offer her food and drinks. She felt even more at home there than in her own house.

Dorian looked astonished. He had never imagined she could fit in so well at the police station.

“What are you looking at?” Sophia glanced up at him with a raised brow.

Dorian sighed with an air of worldly wisdom. “I just feel someone as brilliant as you should be welcome everywhere. If they don’t welcome you, they must have a problem.”

Sophia chuckled and pushed the snacks the officers had given her toward Dorian, “Suck–up,” she said.

Dorian protested, “I’m serious. I’m not sucking up to you.”

Sophia didn’t disturb Charlotte’s investigation. She simply shared the leads she had.

The officers were overjoyed. Each wore a big smile. “Sophia, you’re truly our lucky star,” they said.

With the clues in hand, the officers sprang into action.

Meanwhile, Sophia received a message from Bryan: [Sophia, could you come over to my place?]

Seeing the message, Sophia raised her eyebrows and smiled at Dorian. “Do you want to see something fun?”

Dorian’s eyes lit up. “Yes”

Meanwhile, at the Turner residence, Bryan sat on the living room sofa with a folder in his hand.

Seated across from Bryan were his mother, Amy Turner, and her longtime lover, Phillip Ritz, as well as Bryan’s wife, Cathy Turner, Bryan’s maternal half- brother, and Bryan’s nominal son.

“What on earth did you call us all here for?” Amy snapped in annoyance. Ever since their falling–out, she couldn’t even be bothered to maintain the slightest pretense of civility.

She continued, “Bryan, I’m your mother. We’re all family. Why can’t you just let things go? Must you make such a scene and turn us into the laughingstock?”

Bryan stared at Amy and Phillip, who sat arm in arm like an old married couple.

“You still remember you’re my mother?” Bryan said.

He gave a bitter, self–mocking laugh. “Why did you abandon him back then just to marry my dad?”

Amy’s face twisted in displeasure. As she thought of that matter, she became grieved and started to blame her long–deceased husband for everything.

She said, “It’s all because your father used his power and influence to force me into this marriage. If I hadn’t agreed, he would have ruined us. If it weren’t for him, Phillip and I wouldn’t have wasted all these years apart.”

Bryan had spent the past few days desperately searching for the safety deposit box key. He looked slovenly, with stubble covering his cheeks and bloodshot eyes.

“So, you and your old lover conspired to kill my dad?” asked Bryan.

Amy was taken aback. She snapped back, “No.”

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