Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James)
Chapter 361

Gordon gave his bodyguard a look, and the bodyguard immediately approached Sophie, saying, "Ms. Sophie, please wait outside." "Alright."

Sophie glanced at Gordon with concern, and after stepping outside, she asked, "Is Mr. Gordon's asthma very serious?"

"Asthma?"

"Yes, wasn't that asthma?"

"Mr. Gordon often coughs up blood and occasionally has difficulty breathing, but he's never had asthma."

"He doesn't have asthma?"

Sophie was taken aback, suddenly remembering how Gordon had seemed hesitant to speak while she was bustling around the room earlier. Coming back to her senses, Sophie asked, "Then, what happens if someone without asthma takes asthma medication?"

"What?"

Before the bodyguard could react, Sophie's gaze had already returned to Gordon inside.

He faced the doctor's questions, patiently answering each one with his usual calm demeanor.

After the doctor had left, Sophie went back in and asked, "Mr. Gordon, if you don't have asthma, why would you take that medication?" "Who told you that?"

Faced with Gordon's question, Sophie remained silent, but Gordon's gaze fell on the bodyguard, who immediately looked down. Gordon smiled lightly, saying, "I had mild asthma as a child, but it's been gone for years."

Sophie frowned, "But you shouldn't just take asthma medication without having the condition. What did the doctor say?" Hearing this, the bodyguard was startled, "Sir, how could you just take medication recklessly?"

"It's not a big deal. I take so many medications; one more or one less won't kill me."

Listening to Gordon's words, Sophie's guilt intensified. She really should have just stood still!

"Sir, I'll go and call the doctor back for another check-up."

"It's okay." Gordon said indifferently, "Ms. Sophie must be tired. Let her rest. We should go." "Yes, sir."

The bodyguard pushed Gordon's wheelchair toward the exit.

Sophie stood still, watching Gordon's frail figure, her guilt deepening. With her meddling, there was no telling how long it would take for Gordon's frail body to recover.

As night fell, the maid delivered dinner to Sophie's room on time. The table was filled with all Sophie's favorites.

Sophie asked, "Where is Mr. Gordon?"

"He should be busy at this hour. Do you need him for something?"

"He is still working at this hour?”

"He works over twelve hours every day. However, he instructed today that if you were looking for him, I was to inform him immediately."

The maid's demeanor was kind, and Sophie said, "Then let's not disturb Mr. Gordon's work. It's nothing urgent."

"Then, Ms. Sophie, if you need anything, just ring the bell and call for me."

"Alright."

The maid exited the room.

Sophie looked at the table full of dishes, but her thoughts were on the situation outside. She couldn't help but wonder about the chaos unfolding beyond these walls in her absence.

Meanwhile, at the police station, Officer Derick was feeling the strain of standing for so long. He said to James, sitting across from him, "Mr. Burke, I really can't allow it. It's the department's policy." James sat down in the chair opposite, his tone cold. "Officer Derick, do you not want your job anymore?"

"No, no, Mr. Burke. I really can't change this rule. Someone has ordered that Ms. Sophie cannot appear publicly right now."

"I'll go replace her myself."