*James, I’m carrying your child! Yet here you are, pursuing your ex–wife. Do you even care about this


    child anymore?”


    “I never wanted this child!”


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    Sophie heard the same words as in her past life, but they weren’t directed at her but at Nichole this


    time.


    In her past life, this was how she lost her child.


    Sophie’s eyes darkened. “Take your arguments home. Don’t drag me into this


    She tried to shake off Nichole’s hand, but before she could exert any force, Nichole stumbled backward


    on her own.


    Sophie frowned, instinctively reaching out to support Nichole, but Nichole ungratefully pinched Sophie


    in return. Sophie instinctively withdrew her hand just in time to see Nichole fall to the ground.


    “My child, my baby!”


    Nichole’s face tumed pale as she clutched her stomach, feigning pain, “You wicked bitch, you want to


    kill my child! James, what are you waiting for? Take me to the hospital now!”


    Witnessing the poor performance, Sophie let out a coldugh. It seemed Nichole didn’t truly


    understand the pain of losing a child.


    James nced at Nichole on the ground, then at the curious looks from the crowd. If Nichole continued


    to make a scene, the situation would only escte, dragging Sophie further into it.


    As James hesitated, Colt immediately stepped forward, trying to help Nichole up, but she wouldn’t


    budge.


    Colt’s hand hung awkwardly in mid–air. Seeing no other choice, James picked Nichole up and stemnly


    said to Colt, “Go start the car. We’re going home.”


    “Yes, Mr. Burke.”


    Sophie stood still, while Nichole cast her a triumphant smile.


    What did James affection matter? She was carrying the Burke family’s flesh and blood, and James


    would still prioritize her. Sophie watched as James carried Nichole away. She was not concerned with


    the onlookers‘ stares but wished James had taken responsibility for her child like this in her past life.


    Perhaps her child wouldn’t have died.


    Even with Nichole’s wrongdoings, James still cherished the child she carried.


    Sophie slowly walked out of the restaurant and had just reached the door when she suddenly heard a


    woman asking. “Sir, are you alright? What happened? Let me help you up!”


    Nearby, in aer, a wheelchair was tipped over, revealing a familiar figure.


    Sophie paused.


    Was that Gordon?


    Suddenly, Sophie remembered that the Aldridge family owned Diamond Crest Hotel. It wasn’t strange


    for Gordon to be here “It’s okay, thank you”


    herete at ni


    at night


    Gordon’s tone was polite and courteous.


    Then, Sophie realized Gordon’s legs weren’tpletely immobile. He just had difficulty walking.


    He settled back into the wheelchair, and his reaction to seeing Sophie was not one of surprise.


    James had booked the entire restaurant at Diamond Crest Hotel for the evening, and Gordon knowing


    about it was only natural as he


    was the owner.


    Sophie had intended to flee the moment she saw Gordon, but he noticed her so quickly, leaving her


    uncertain whether to stay or go. She only managed a polite, “Mr. Gordon, where’s your assistant?”