Revenge is best served cold (Jane and Jeremiah novel Chapter 197

"Hospital? What happened to you?"

A flicker of anxiety crossed James' face.

Sophie replied coldly, "It's none of your business."

James furrowed his brow and stepped forward. "Let me see."

Sophie instinctively stepped back, and Jenna positioned herself in front of Sophie, blocking James from seeing her hand.

Jenna spoke coldly, "James, is this necessary? Do you even realize today was the Russell family's dinner party? Do you even know what a family dinner means? You were supposed to accompany Sophie there! If you were there, Sophie wouldn’t have..."

"Jenna!" Sophie quickly interrupted Jenna, shaking her head at her.

"What exactly happened?" Sensing something was wrong, James spoke in a deep voice, "I didn’t know today was the Russell family’s dinner party. You should have called me."

"You didn't know? Sophie called you, but you didn’t pick up! Don't you have a mouth? Can't you ask?"

"A call? What call?" James looked bewildered. He had never received any call!

Jenna scoffed, "How convenient that you're playing dumb now."

James hurriedly explained, "Sophie, listen, I truly didn’t receive any call."

"I was just going to inform you. I wasn’t actually planning on having you accompany me. It’s fine that you didn’t get the call." Sophie didn’t want to argue with James any further. "If you’re trying to apologize, then let me tell you I don’t blame you. Can we pass now?"

James was speechless, unsure of what to say, and silently stepped aside.

Sophie and Jenna got into the car and quickly drove into the neighborhood.

James watched Sophie’s departure, then checked his phone. There were no missed calls from the day in his call log.

His brow furrowed as he remembered waking up groggy that day, next to the bare Nichole.

James rubbed his temples and then dialed Colt’s number.