Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1358

James had a hunch gnawing at him. He knew there was bad blood between his grandmother and Joseph, but he never imagined it could escalate to this level! Steeling himself, James spoke in a measured tone, fighting to keep his emotions in check. "Leave."

"But what about Bea..."

"Leave!"

"... Yes, sir."

Marian exited, gently closing the door behind her. As James stared at the closed door, memories rushed back to him. More than a decade ago, his grandmother would shut the door to the study in much the same way. Her voice was always firm and unyielding: "If you don't finish these books, you can't step out of this room!"

His thoughts drifted back further. He recalled kneeling on the floor, enduring the sting of Bea's willow switch on his back. Bea, frustrated yet hopeful, would say, "If you don't work hard, you'll never amount to anything! And if you can't make something of yourself, you can't keep this family together!"

Even as a child, he bore the pain, humiliation, and defiance. That was when he learned to mask his feelings. He couldn't afford to like anything or anyone. His life was all about Burke International. Beyond the Burke family, nothing else mattered to him.

believing she had raised two children to success. She used to boast about her son's education, but when Joseph walked away from

wanted to despise her, yet

moment, James stood up and faced a mirror, scrutinizing his reflection with a calm gaze. Despite everything, he owed her thanks. She taught

door. Marian was waiting outside, and her pause reflected her surprise at his composed

ready for the funeral. Tomorrow...

"Tomorrow?"

widened. Why the

that

"I said tomorrow."

cold as ice. "First thing in

"... Yes, sir."