Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James)
Chapter 513

Bea's face turned pale with fear at the sight of the knife, and at that moment, she could only turn to James for help. James frowned slightly and declared, "I agree." "James..." Bea clenched her teeth, finally relenting. "Okay! Just put the knife down!"

After all, there was no written agreement or proof. The priority was to stabilize this madwoman first!

Just as Calla was about to lower the knife, Sophie spoke up, "Wait."

At this, Bea's expression darkened, "Sophie! What do you mean by this?"

Sophie chuckled lightly and said, "Bea, do you really think Ms. Calla is foolish? How could she possibly let you go with just a verbal agreement and no written contract?"

Sophie's words made Calla realize her oversight. The knife she was about to put down was now once again pressed against Bea's neck. At this moment, Bea was seething with anger but was helpless to do anything but say, "It's just a matter of making a written agreement. James, get the lawyer to prepare it right away!"

It was clear that Bea had no desire to die.

James took out his phone and called Colt. In no time, the fax machine upstairs buzzed with a contract Colt had sent.

Marian brought the contract from the study to James. Just as James was about to sign it, Sophie interjected, "This is between Bea and Ms. Calla. Naturally, Bea should be the one who signs. Right?" Sophie intentionally wanted to saddle Bea with this huge debt. Bea was so infuriated she was nearly breathless. Marian had no choice but to hand the contract to Bea. When the contract was presented to her, Bea hesitated.

"What are you waiting for? Sign it now!"

Under Calla's threat, Bea had no choice but to immediately sign her name on the paper.

Once Calla saw Bea had signed, she finally released her. She pushed Bea onto the couch, then took the contract and retreated. She pointed the knife at everyone menacingly, "Don't come any closer! Stay back, all of you!"

"James! What are you waiting for? Arrest this madwoman for me!" Bea was furious, having never before been held at knifepoint like this.

James remained silent for a moment, and Bea shouted even louder, "James! Go now!"

"Bea, I suggest you save your energy. After all, you did her wrong first. If she accuses you of incitement to rape, the Burke family's reputation could be ruined again."

The news of her and James reconciling had just begun to restore the Burke family's warmth. If they provoked Calla now, it could end badly.

Sophie's words infuriated Bea to the point of nearly fainting. "She had the nerve to hold me at knifepoint! And you're still speaking for her! James, look at the woman you've married! She's deliberately trying to harm me!"

James had no choice but to step forward and seize Calla's arm. Calla, out of control, flailed her arms wildly. Seeing this, Sophie immediately stepped forward. "James! Let go!"

Before her words fell, the knife in Calla's hand slashed across James' arm.

Bea's face turned even more sour. "James..."

Calla saw the blood flowing from James' arm and was also shocked. With a 'clatter,' the knife fell to the ground. Calla hastily waved her hands. "It wasn't me... I didn't mean to..." "You hurt my grandson! You stupid woman!"

Bea angrily pointed at Calla while Sophie checked James' wound. The wound was deep and bleeding profusely, and James' face was pale, but when he watched Sophie, his eyes were filled with warmth, as if he didn't feel the pain at all.

"Have you lost your mind? Didn't you see she was holding a knife?" While speaking, Sophie called out to Marian, "Marian! Get the first aid kit! Call 911!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

The Burke family was in utter chaos. While Bea was concerned for James, Calla seized the opportunity to run out with the signed contract.

Sophie skillfully administered first aid and bandaged the wound, but the cut was too deep. They needed to go to the hospital.

When Sophie looked up and saw James staring at her, she frowned. "What are you staring at?"

"I'm watching you care about me." James' voice was low.

Sophie replied coldly, "I don't care about you. I think you're foolish!"

Then, Sophie rummaged through James' jacket pockets. "Where are the car keys? I'll drive you to the hospital!"

James stopped Sophie from searching further, pulling out the keys from his trouser pocket. His voice turned husky, "Stop looking. They're here."