Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James)
Chapter 363

Mrs. Burke passed away.

As Sophie watched from the side, she suddenly became tense because James remained silent on the other end of the phone.

She thought James would be happy to hear of her death. With her gone, the position of Mrs. Burke could rightfully belong to Nichole.

Indeed, Nichole's delicate voice came through the phone. "James, who's calling?"

The call was hung up, followed by the sound of 'beep beep.'

Sophie chuckled lightly. Sure enough, even with her death, James showed no emotional turbulence.

Nichole was the only love of his life.

Sophie felt as if she had resolved a knot in her heart. Just as she closed her eyes, ready to leave this dream, she suddenly heard a doctor's scolding: "Who took the A-type blood? Why didn't you check in advance? Do you realize who is lying here?!"

Sophie opened her eyes to see the doctor in a fury.

Sophie was dead, along with the child in her belly. One was the lady of the Burke family, and the other was the unborn child of the Burke family.

The scared nurse backed away, saying, "I... I didn't know."

"You didn't know? What about you? Did you not know either?"

The doctor questioned another nurse, who, with her head down, cried like a fountain, "It was...it was Ms. Nichole."

Hearing this title, Sophie was stunned.

Nichole?

Was it not James?

Sophie wanted to ask what was going on, but she could not speak at that moment.

The nurse told the doctor, "Ms. Nichole said she had a relative in urgent need of blood, so she had all the A-type blood in the blood bank taken away. We couldn't disobey."

Who in Devonport didn't know that Nichole was James' beloved woman? Sophie was just an empty shell occupying the position of Mrs. Burke.

In Devonport, who would dare to disobey the words of James' girl?

"Alright, alright, Mrs. Burke is dead anyway. Hurry up and send the body to the morgue, and we'll wait for Mr. Burke to come!"

"Yes."

The two young nurses were terrified.

Sophie was frozen in place, slowly coming to her senses. It wasn't James who had the A-type blood taken away. It was Nichole. Distracted for a moment, Sophie found herself in the morgue when she opened her eyes again.

Her body, covered with a white sheet, lay in a single room, and only the sound of high heels 'clicking' could be heard approaching.

The nurse led Nichole, who walked into the morgue with elegant steps. She was dressed in a high-end white mini dress, her long, shiny hair draped over her shoulders. Her face, with a touch of makeup, looked mature, and at this moment, she was carrying an expensive handbag and wearing costly jewelry, exuding an air of elegance. Having returned from studying abroad, she was no longer the poor college student she once was.

"Ms. Nichole, did Mr. Burke ask you to come?"

Nichole, somewhat disdainful, covered her nose and mouth with a handkerchief, but then she quickly returned to normal. She smiled lightly and said, "James is too busy, so he asked me to come over. The body is confirmed, and I can sign."

"But we need a person from the family..."