Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

James only felt his vision blur, then fell into a deep sleep, eventually losing consciousness.

Bea watched her grandson lying on the hospital bed and instructed the people outside the door, "Keep a close eye on Mr. Burke here. If he wakes up and starts wandering around again, give him a sedative. In any case, he must not leave the hospital until his leg injury has fully healed!"

"Yes, Bea."

James slept in a heavy daze, still somewhat conscious just before drifting off. He was acutely aware that his grandmother, who had raised him since he was a child, had medicated him. Again...

Why again?

When had it happened before?

James felt as though he had been in a very long dream.

In his dream, Sophie always followed him around, brought him lunches to his office, and created coincidental meetings. Her feelings were laid bare before him.

How could he not see through those clumsy attempts to get close to him?

his grandmother had taught him that love was utterly useless. As the head of Burke International, his future wife's family must bring benefits and

actress like his father did. That would only bring shame to the

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his grandmother's affection. Bea, a refined egoist, learned that despite

were of

family but of great utility.

his future

be a homemaker was easier to

Nichole's dressing style, gradually losing her identity. Faced with a stranger for a wife, James was reluctant to go home.

second month after

photos and recognized Sophie was a little girl

the seventeen-year-old James saw her crying alone, he thought of the loss of his own parents. He couldn't help but feel

Nichole, tender yet with a spark of gentleness in her eyes. He unconsciously thought of the crying girl he had met before, who would have been about the same age as Nichole. Nichole was a

months into

marriage, Sophie always saw