Sophia, carrying breakfast, rattled the bag and offered a slight smile. “Katelyn, would you care for something to eat?”

Katelyn was momentarily taken aback. She eyed Sophia and asked sharply, “If you had left, why return?”

Sophia set the bag down, still smiling. “Why would I leave? You haven’t completely cured the poison in me yet, so why would I go?” She breezed past Katelyn and walked into the house.

Her explanation seemed logical. Yet, as Katelyn watched Sophia enter the villa, her suspicions lingered.

Sophia behaved as if everything was normal. Inside, she placed the bag on the table, her pale face etched with a subtle smile.

“It’s been a while since I’ve had their sandwiches. I just had a craving,” Sophia said, opening the bag and taking a bite from a sandwich.

When Katelyn followed her inside, she noticed the fresh, bleeding wound on Sophia’s chest.

Katelyn shot Sophia a cold stare. “You went out with such severe injuries. Have you forgotten you’re hurt? If you’re just coming back for the cure, you might as well have stayed outside and died.”

But Sophia looked up at Katelyn with a smile. “Do you actually care about me?”

Katelyn gave Sophia a look of mild disdain before walking toward the sofa. “You’re overthinking it. I just want to uncover the truth.”

She was fully aware of the strange circumstances surrounding Sophia’s departure that morning and her sudden return. Katelyn couldn’t believe that Sophia would do nothing. Furthermore, Sophia’s bold venture out to buy food suggested a careless attitude. Did she really think the T Organization was doing nothing? Or perhaps… Katelyn harbored another suspicion deep within her. Regardless, she was determined to uncover the truth.

Sophia merely looked at Katelyn without speaking, continuing to eat her meal.

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Even Vincent, upon his return and noticing Sophia at the dining table, showed a flicker of surprise.

However, he quickly diverted his attention. Approaching the sofa where Katelyn sat, he asked, “Have you eaten breakfast?”

Katelyn shook her head. “No.”

At that moment, the servant arrived with breakfast, offering a warm smile to both Katelyn and Vincent. “Miss Bailey, Mr. Adams, your breakfast is served.”

Katelyn acknowledged the servant with a slight nod. Just as she was about to stand, she noticed Alfy descending the stairs, yawning and covering her mouth with her hand.

Alfy appeared groggy, but upon spotting Sophia, any trace of sleepiness instantly disappeared. “Wait, why is she here?”

Having previously investigated Sophia for Katelyn, Alfy was well acquainted with her appearance. This recognition only intensified her astonishment.

Katelyn didn’t respond directly to Alfy. Instead, she gave her a gentle look and suggested, “Alfy, go wash up first, then join us for breakfast.”

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