Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James)
Chapter 225

James paid no attention to the maid in front of him. Instead, he draped a bathrobe over Sophie.

Sophie glanced at the maid, who lowered her head in a semblance of fright as if she had witnessed a scene she shouldn't have. Such innocence reminded her of Nichole.

Bea, ever so attentive, knew of James' fondness for Nichole and had thus specifically chosen someone with a similar disposition. Sophie asked, "What's your name?"

"Ma'am, my name is Calla." Calla was timid but conducted herself with propriety.

Sophie nodded. "It's not time for my breakfast yet. From now on, I only want Marian to prepare my breakfast. Do you understand?"

"Ma'am, Bea has given Marian a long vacation. Could you tell me what time you usually have breakfast? I can prepare it in advance." Sophie was silent for a moment. Bea usually favored Marian. It seemed she was determined to create a crisis this time.

Sophie smiled, "Eight o'clock."

"Alright." Calla stepped aside.

After freshening up, James emerged from the bathroom and approached Sophie. "I'm going to keep Grandma company." "Okay."

In the eyes of others, they were still husband and wife, so she didn't act too cold.

Downstairs, Bea frowned when she did not see Sophie coming down. "Hasn't she gotten up yet?"

"I told her to sleep in a bit more." James intercepted the blame, well aware that his grandmother disliked a lazy daughter-in-law.

Calla couldn't help but take another look at James. It was Sophie who didn't want to come down.

Bea scoffed, "Putting on airs after marrying into our family? She forgot how she used to please me. She was so eager to become a daughter-in-law of the Burke family."

Hearing this, James frowned slightly, his tone carrying a hint of warning. "Grandma, today is not a workday. She deserves some rest."

"Well, you care more about your wife than me now." Bea switched to a joking tone, looking at Calla with admiration. "Calla, your soup is delicious. Serve a bowl for James"

"Of course."

Calla gracefully brought a bowl of soup from the kitchen and placed it in front of James.

James accepted it without a word.

Bea raised an eyebrow. "James, haven't you recognized her yet?"

James looked up, puzzled by Bea's implication.

Calla said with a smile, "James, it's me."

"I'm sorry, I don't know you."

James' expression remained impassive, seemingly intent on keeping his distance from Calla standing in front of him.

Calla looked disappointedly at Bea. "Grandma Bea, I knew James wouldn't remember me."

Trying her patience, Bea hinted, "Calla's last name is Devins. Don't you recognize her now?" James' face remained unemotional, choosing not to continue the conversation.

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