Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James)

"My brand-new ultra HD 98-inch TV!"

Adler collapsed in front of the television, sobbing uncontrollably. He turned to Colby and said fiercely, "You jerk! This TV kept me company so many nights, and just because you were in a bad mood, you destroyed it! You're just..."

"I'll pay for it," Colby interrupted coldly.

Adler sniffled, changing his tune, "You're just heartlessly extravagant."

Colby had no mood to bicker with Adler, who continued, "Ms. Sophie on TV was all lovey-dovey with her husband. What's there for you to be upset about? I think you should give up on her, as a friendly advice from a friend."

"That was just for show."

"And her getting close to Harold at school, was that just for show too?"

"I saw it coming," Colby replied indifferently.

Colby knew that when such a valuable asset as Harold was placed before Sophie, she would definitely take action.

Sure enough, within a few days, Harold and Sophie had met, and this time the Aldridge family even subtly helped Sophie, not entirely for the sake of their reputation. If it were about distancing themselves and slandering Sophie, the Aldridge family would be glad to do that as well.

After all, Sophie was James' wife.

But they didn't do that, mostly because Harold intentionally helped.

"You saw it coming, so you're not upset?"

"Harold isn't her type," Colby stated confidently.

Adler rolled his eyes.

"Ah, right, Harold isn't her type. You are. Where do you get this confidence?" Adler thought to himself.

Of course, these were not words Adler could say to Colby's face. It took him a while to retort, "Just don't say you're my friend when you're out." This man was embarrassing!

At the Burke family, Bea felt better after watching the press conference.

When Sophie and James returned, they saw Bea in the living room, instructing Marian to prepare a few more dishes.

James immediately took Sophie's hand. "Grandma, what brings you here?"

"I came to see my grandson and granddaughter-in-law. Why? Are you afraid I'll disturb your alone time?"

Bea was all smiles, clearly taking the affection shown at the press conference to heart.

Sophie managed a strained smile. Bea, being elderly, loved meddling in the affairs of the younger generation.

Marian brought all the dishes from the kitchen to the table, then cast a meaningful glance at Sophie.

She suddenly had a bad feeling. To be safe, Sophie decided not to drink any wine that evening, and the always cautious James abstained as well.

After dinner, James put down his cutlery, "Grandma, Sophie and I are both tired from a long day. You should head back and rest early too."

"I understand. I won't disturb you," Bea said as she got up and spoke to Marian, "You can leave early today and come back tomorrow to clean up.” Marian nodded understandingly.

The two seemed quite happy. Only Sophie felt something was amiss.

Once Bea and Marian had left, James dropped all pretenses and said coldly, "I'm going upstairs."

"Okay."

Watching James ascend the stairs, Sophie began a meticulous search of the dining table.