Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James)
Chapter 375

Sophie's coffee hit the floor with a clatter, and Colby immediately bent down to clean the stain off her high heels.

"Sorry, I'm late." Colby's voice was low.

Sophie rarely saw Colby like this. He was humble and choked up, his eyes full of guilt. Soon, she noticed the fine scars on Colby's hands and the bandages wrapped around his wrist. Evidently, he was injured. Sophie reached out, grabbing Colby's arm to inspect his wounds. "You're hurt?"

Who in the world could hurt Colby?

"Hurt? What happened? Wasn't Adler with you on this trip? Where is he?"

Jenna looked around but didn't see Adler anywhere, her face turning pale in an instant. "Could Adler be..."

Colby replied calmly, "He's on the plane, hasn't landed yet."

Jenna's brewing emotions vanished in an instant. "You should have said so earlier. I knew it. That penny-pincher wouldn't just lose his life on a trip with you."

Sophie asked, "What have you been up to these past few days?"

"Dealing with some remnants of the White family. It was a bit dangerous, so I came back late."

Jenna frowned, sensing this wasn't simple. She asked, "Didn't Mr. Elwood leave the White family in your hands? The remnants of the White family were all vicious thugs under Mr. Elwood. Did you take care of them?"

The White family was a criminal organization abroad, not to be trifled with. When Mr. Elwood handed the White family over to Colby, it was nothing short of dragging Colby into the mire. Sophie looked at Colby and asked, "Why did you suddenly decide to do this?"

Colby spoke in a deep voice, "Those people shouldn't be left alone. I want to be by your side, so I need to provide you with a safe environment and a clean version of myself." Who didn't know Colby's name in Devonport and beyond?

He was the grim reaper, a demon, a death god who came to claim lives. He had done all the dirty work - murder, robbery, arson.

But he did those things to survive back then.

Now that he had everything, he wanted to stay by Sophie's side, and naturally, he couldn't be involved with his past anymore.

The White family and those overseas enterprises had to be cleaned up one by one.

He had sworn long ago never to let Sophie live a life of constant fear with him, but he hadn't expected someone to target Sophie right after he left Devonport. Colby's eyes darkened at the thought of this.

Sophie whispered, "I understand what you mean, but please, stop doing these dangerous things."

"There won't be any more danger. I will never let you be at risk again."

In Colby's apartment, Sophie was treating a wound on Colby's arm. From his wrist to his elbow lay a long, fresh scar that was not yet fully healed.

After inspecting it, she said, "This is a knife wound, and by the looks of it, it might scar. Who did this to you?"