Yvonne slept soundly and woke early. After getting ready, she went down to the dining room, where, to her surprise, both Teresa and Jeffrey were already seated.


    "Yvonne, you''re awake," Teresa greeted her with a smile, motioning for her to join them. “Jenny, please get a bowl of soup for Miss Jones."


    Yvonne sat down across from them, and Jenny ced a steaming bowl in front of her. She stirred it with her spoon, taking small sips.


    Jeffrey, sitting opposite her, carefully ced some stir-fried eggs and vegetables into her bowl.


    Yvonne''s hand paused for a fraction of a second. She nced up at him but said nothing.


    "You look like you''ve lost weight again, Yvonne,” Teresa said, lovingly adding more food to her te. "You should eat more. Jenny''s braised beef is excellent."


    Yvonne ate quietly for a moment before asking nonchntly, "Is Queena still in the hospital? That must have been a serious injury.” The sarcasm in her tone was unmistakable.


    Jeffrey''s expression tightened. "I''m arranging for her discharge today," he said gruffly.


    Queena was a patient at the very hospital where he worked, and he was tired of hearing the gossip from his colleagues.


    “Queena, in the VIP ward, room 12... isn''t she that fake heiress from the news?"


    “That''s her! The one who tried to kill herself. I change her dressing every day, and honestly, you can barely even see the cut anymore."


    "So the whole suicide thing was just an act? If she wants to put on a show, she should do it at home, not waste hospital resources. It''s shameless."


    "You''d think Dr. Spencer would do something about his sister."


    "I heard Dr Spencer prefers his adopted sister to his real one. They lived under the same roof for years, and they''re not rted by blood: you don''t think there''s something shady going on, do you?"


    "That would be incest... I never took Dr. Spencer for that kind of person..."


    No one dared say these things to his face, but the strange looks from his colleagues were more than enough to humiliate him.


    It took two days for the news of Megan''s arrest to reach George. He rushed to the police station with hiswyer, and after some negotiation, he was finally allowed to see her.


    Megan was in a prison uniform, her


    hands cuffed, seated in an


    interrogation chair. Her face was


    even more swollen than before the


    was beaten so badly she was almost unrecognizable. The moment she saw George, she burst into tears.


    "George, I thought I''d never see you again!" she wailed.


    "Megan, what happened? Who did this to you?" he asked, shocked and horrified.


    "Who else but your precious daughter, Yvonne! She drove Queena to attempt suicide, and when I went to confront her, she beat me mercilessly!” Megan sobbed.


    "That little monster! How dare she do this to you! I won''t let her get away with it!" George vowed, his voice thick with rage.


    "Not only did she beat me, she


    !


    framed me for ckmail to put me


    in prison. raised her for over a decade! Even if she''s not grateful, she cant just do this to me! Doesn''t she fear divine retribution?" Megan cried, ying the part of the wronged victim perfectly


    "Don''t worry," George promised. "I''ll make that little wretch drop the charges and get


    on her knees to apologize to you personally."


    Megan nodded through her tears, her eyes filled with adoration for him.