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


    Sophie nced at the maid, who lowered her head in a semnce 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 simr disposition.


    Sophie asked, “What’s your name?”


    “Ma’am, my name is Ca.” Ca 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. Ca stepped aside.


    After freshening up, James emerged from the bathroom and approached Sophie. “I’m going to keep


    Grandmapany.”


    “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 Sophieing down. “Hasn’t she gotten up yet?”


    “I told her to sleep in a bit more.” James intercepted the me, well aware that his grandmother


    disliked azy daughter–inw.


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    Ca couldn’t help but take another look at James. It was Sophie who didn’t want toe down.


    Bea scoffed, “Putting on airs after marrying into our family? She forgot how she used to please me.


    She was so eager to be a daughter–inw 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 Ca with admiration. “Ca, your soup is delicious. Serve a bowl for


    James”


    “Of course.”


    Ca gracefully brought a bowl of soup from the kitchen and ced it in front of James.


    James epted it without a word.


    Bea raised an eyebrow. “James, haven’t you recognized her yet?”


    James looked up, puzzled by Bea’s implication.


    Ca 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 Ca standing


    in front of him.


    Ca looked disappointedly at Bea. “Grandma Bea, I knew James wouldn’t remember me.”


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    Trying her patience, Bea hinted, “Ca’sst name is Devins. Don’t you recognize her now?” James‘


    face remained unemotional, choosing not to continue the conversation.