It's so hard being a hero!

"Let's go, we sisters haven't seen each other for so many years, let's go to my room and catch up properly, stop acting crazy here."

Sophia wanted to say something, but Frey had already come over, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her upstairs.

"Hey? Slow down."

As Sophia was being pulled away, she didn't forget to look back at Frey and wink at her.

"Little girl, we'll talk again later."

Sofia forced a smile and watched the two disappear around the corner of the stairs.

Sophia only breathed a long sigh of relief after Frey and Sophia had completely disappeared from sight.

"call!"

She reached up and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, cursing Sophia a hundred times in her mind.

That crazy woman is still so unreliable.

But she also knew that Sofia wasn't deliberately picking a fight.

She genuinely felt it resembled him.

And it wasn't just her.

Her gaze swept across the living room, and she noticed that the expressions on the faces of Vic and the other old men were even more solemn than before.

Sofia's words were like a seed planted in their hearts.

The seed is sprouting.

"that……"

Leila's voice rang in my ears, tinged with obvious confusion.

Sofia turned her head and found Lyra looking at her with her head tilted, her blue eyes full of questions.

"Little girl, why does Aunt Sophia mistake you for my dad?"

How would I know?

Sophia shrugged, trying to appear indifferent.

"Maybe it's because we look alike."

"Looks alike?"

Leila scratched her head, looked carefully at Sophia's face, and then turned to look at the portrait on the wall.

"Similar? But I don't think so."

She was puzzled.

"There must be a mistake."

Sophia interrupted her, her tone tinged with impatience.

There are plenty of people in the world who look alike, what's so strange about that?

Leila opened her mouth as if to say something, but seeing Sophia's expression, she swallowed her words.

"Okay, okay, you're right."

After she finished speaking, she patted Sophia on the shoulder.

"Come on, I'll take you to get something to eat. Don't think about anything else. You guys come too."

After Lyra finished speaking, she also greeted Vinard and the others.

So a group of young people followed Leila toward the restaurant.

Upstairs, in Frey's room.

As soon as Sofia entered, she shook off Frey's hand, crossed her arms, leaned against the door frame, and looked at her with a displeased expression.

Why are you pulling me?

"I'm afraid you'll scare the child."

Frey walked to the window, her back to Sophia, her voice calm and undisturbed.

"Scared?"

Sophia snorted coldly.

"I'm not a monster, what's there to be afraid of?"

She paused, her tone becoming serious.

"Hey, Frey, tell me honestly, who exactly is that little girl?"

“I told you, they are my students.”

"student?"

Sofia walked up behind Frey and stared directly at her back.

"A student who looks so much like the man who died?"

Frey was silent for two seconds, then turned around and looked at Sophia.

"So what if we look alike? There are plenty of people in the world who look alike."

"There are many more?"

Sofia almost laughed out of anger.

"Frei, do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

She took a deep breath and lowered her voice.

"That little girl not only looks like him, but her eyes, her temperament, and the way she looks at people are exactly the same as Su Lan's."

Frey didn't say anything.

“You haven’t seen what Su Lan’s younger brother looked like when he was little, but I have. When I first met him, he and this little girl looked at least seven or eight points similar.”

Sofia's voice trembled slightly.

"The way that little girl looked at me was exactly the same way Su Lan looked at me back then."

That's your misconception.

Frey remained calm.

"illusion?"

Sofia stared at Frey for a long time, then suddenly laughed.

There was an indescribable meaning in that smile.

"Frei, do you know something?"

Frey did not answer.

"Or rather, you knew from the very beginning?"

Frey remained silent.

Sophia waited a few seconds, and seeing that Frey didn't speak, she lowered her head and pondered for a moment, then sighed.

"Fine, if you don't want to tell me, I won't ask anymore. Anyway, I'm just reminiscing about the good old days."

She turned and walked to the bedside, plopped down, then lay back, staring at Su Lan's portrait on the wall.

"Su Lan, Su Lan, if only you were still alive."

Frey's fingers trembled slightly.

But she didn't say anything.

Let's take a look at the living room downstairs.

After Frey and Sophia went upstairs, the atmosphere became even more oppressive.

Vic sat on the sofa, his hands crossed and his chin resting on them, seemingly lost in thought.

The younger generation has all left, leaving only the old folks.

"Hey! Vic, why aren't you saying anything? This isn't like you!"

After taking a sip of red wine, Xilinna couldn't help but look at Vic.

Upon hearing this, Vic stood up.

"What do you want me to say? Everyone's thinking the same thing, right? I'm going out for a walk, I'm so bored."

After saying that, Vic strode out of the living room.

Meanwhile, Sophia and a group of young people were in the courtyard outside.

Leila was really oblivious; she didn't take what had just happened seriously at all and continued eating and drinking with her classmates and friends.

Sophia sat down on the side, but just then, she felt a sharp gaze, like a sword piercing her back, making her feel like she had thorns in her back.

It was Vic's gaze that made her afraid to turn and look at him, so she could only pretend she knew nothing.

Before we knew it, it was afternoon.

Leila was busy and couldn't stay with Sophia all the time, so she told Sophia to go out and explore on her own and treat the place as her own home. If she got tired, she could go to her room to sleep.

Frey, on the other hand, was with Sophia, so Sophia was able to relax for a while.

However, just as Sofia arrived alone on the second-floor balcony of the Duke's mansion, a voice suddenly called out from behind her.

"Su Lan".

This is the voice of a young man, a voice almost etched into the depths of his soul.

This made her instinctively turn her head and look behind her.

Upon looking up, she saw a blond boy smiling and greeting her.

"Vic, Vic, you?"

But as soon as she said those words, Sophia immediately regretted them.