Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 621

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?

had it happened

he had

lunches to his office, and created coincidental meetings. Her feelings were laid bare before him. How could he not see through those clumsy

a child, his grandmother had taught him that love was utterly useless. As the head of Burke International, his future wife's

father did. That would

her love for him, Sophie sought his grandmother's affection. Bea, a refined egoist, learned that despite their decline, the Russell family still held considerable connections and were of scholarly descent, lower in status than the Burke family but of great utility. Sophie was

woman willing to be a homemaker was easier

arranged marriages, but Sophie persisted. She mimicked Nichole's dressing style, gradually losing her identity. Faced with a stranger for a wife, James was reluctant to go home. It was only in the second month after their wedding that he stumbled upon

alone, he thought of the loss of his own parents. He couldn't help but feel compassion, so he took Sophie by the hand and

saw Nichole, tender yet with a spark of gentleness in her eyes. He unconsciously thought of