Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

The hesitation on the other end of the line was palpable. Finally, Odie's voice broke through, "Why is Fiona ditching school my problem? I'm just the one tasked with bringing her back."

Fiona, standing nearby, couldn't believe how effortlessly Odie shifted the blame onto her. The valiant figure she once admired in Odie crumbled instantly. He had been the one to suggest school was tedious and had whisked her away in his flashy sports car for some fun.

"Is that right?" she asked.

"Absolutely," Odie replied smoothly. "Has Fiona skipped school again? Lucky for her, I was planning a trip to Devonport this week. I'll get my secretary to book a flight and personally bring her back."

Sophie glanced at Fiona but chose not to reveal Odie's fib. She said, "Alright then, come by tonight. Colby and I have just sorted out some issues with Isaac, and I think... Fiona might actually be glad to see you bring her home."

With that, Sophie ended the call.

Fiona's face turned stormy.

Sophie asked, "Still think Odie's the greatest?"

Considering he ran with the same rough crowd as Colby, it wasn't surprising his personality had its quirks. Realizing the truth, Fiona felt like crying but no tears came. She had believed Odie genuinely cared, but in front of her mom, he didn't even put up a fight. He even lied and deflected blame.

She made a decision then and there. She was done liking Odie.

"Fiona, come downstairs for a moment," a voice called.

At the door, James stood, giving Fiona a cool look. He spoke only that one sentence before closing the door behind him.

"Go on, let your godfather give you a proper talking-to. He can't stand your Odie," Sophie said, nodding in approval.

With her mom's nod, Fiona reluctantly went downstairs. Her dad and Alec were off somewhere, leaving just her and her godfather in the living room.

After a moment, James asked, "Who gave you the phone you used to call the police?"

He had already confiscated all of

Fiona's phones at school. She shouldn't have had any other

phones. Yet, she had managed to get one he didn't know about

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Hearing this, Fiona's heart skipped a beat. Panicked, she cobbled together a

weak excuse. "Uh... it's Betty's."

Fiona was never good at lying; her discomfort was written all over her face. However, James didn't caft her out. Instead, he said calmly, "I've got the number logged. Should give it a call?"

James pretended to dial the number from the contact list.

Seeing this, Fiona quickly said, "Godfather! Don't call it. It's my own number."

Fiona pulled out her phone. It was a plain-looking device, worth maybe three or four hundred bucks-not even a recognizable brand.

"I bought this with my New Year's money just wanted something play on during class... Is that not okay?" Fiona looked at James, her eyes pleading.

"Playing games?" he asked.

"Yes, yes!" Fiona nodded fervently, worried that if she hesitated even a second, James wouldn't believe her.

"So, what games do you play?" James asked, not even lifting his head.noveldrama

Fiona froze. What games? She hadn't thought that far.