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?
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?
However, ever since he was a child, 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 value to the Burke family.
He couldn’t marry an actress like his father did. That would only bring shame to the entire family.
Later, in 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 exactly what she wanted as his future wife.
After all, a woman willing to be a homemaker was easier to control.
He disliked 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 her childhood photos and recognized Sophie was a little girl he had met when he was seventeen.
Back then, Sophie was young, and when the seventeen–year–old James saw her crying 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 took her home.
In the following years, he saw 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 diligent student, likely to become an investment expert the Burke family had nurtured.
However, three months into his marriage, Sophie always saw Nichole as a rival, imitating her every move. Sophie became a laughingstock in Devonport. James was concerned for Sophie and planned to send Nichole abroad for further studies.
He and Sophie never shared a room, and he ignored all her affections, living as though nothing had changed.
As James slept, he floated and watched this scene, feeling as if his heart was being torn apart. He wanted to go down and grab his past self, questioning what he was doing!
But he was like a lost soul, unable to do anything but helplessly watch the shadows of his past life.
He watched as Sophie lost the light in her eyes bit by bit, and the conflicts between them grew deeper and deeper. Finally, disaster struck