Yvonne settled into life at Bet''s apartment.


    Bet was rarely home, spending most of his time at the military base.


    Yvonne was familiar with the Cherry Bay apartment, and with Bullet and Helen forpany, her days werefortable and pleasant.


    Helen cooked a variety of delicious meals for Yvonne every day, and Yvonne felt like she was starting to develop a double chin.


    "Helen, these fried eggnt fritters are amazing. The texture is perfect," Yvonne said, taking a bite of a golden, crispy fritter and giving Helen a thumbs-up.


    "My father was a head chef at a restaurant. I learned from the best," Helen joked with a smile. “Braised fish and spicy crab are my specialties too, but since you''re allergic to seafood, you''re missing out."


    Yvonne couldn''t help but sigh. Her new body was just so delicate.


    After lunch, Helen took out the first-aid kit to change the dressing on Yvonne''s wound.


    As she reached for the gauze, she identally knocked another box of medicine out of the kit, and it fell to the living room floor.


    "Are these... antidepressants?" Yvonne asked, bending down to pick up the box. "Yes," Helen nodded, cing the box back into the bottom of the kit.


    "Are these for you?" Yvonne asked, trying to draw her out.


    Helen shook her head and sighed. "They''re for the young master."


    "For Mr. Bet Thompson? He''s so young, and he doesn''t look like he has any health problems," Yvonne said, feigning surprise to keep the questionsing.


    Helen shook her head again with another sigh. "I only found out by ident from one of the Thompsons'' housekeepers. The young master had a childhood sweetheart, a policewoman who was killed in the line of duty. After she died, he locked himself in his room for a week, refusing to eat or drink. It was clear he didn''t want to live anymore, that he wanted to follow her in death."


    "Mrs. Thompson only has one son, and she was so heartbroken she fainted several times. In the end, the family ba had to forcibly take him to the hospital. They kept him alive with daily V drips. He survived, but he developed severe depression."


    "But you don''t need to worry. He''s been well for a long time now. He hasn''t taken any medication since he met Ms. Walker."


    Yvonne listened, her eyes turning red against her will. An unbearable pain gripped her heart.


    She never knew her sacrifice had caused Bet so much suffering. A week without food or water, being force-fed through an IV... he must, have gone through so much.


    Yvonne was a little jealous of Ms. Walker, but she was mostly just grateful.


    Grateful that someone had helped Bet find his footing again, to feel love and be loved once more, to live a good, happy life.


    Tears streamed down Yvonne''s face, unstoppable.


    Helen, who was applying medicine to her wound, thought she had hurt her and became even more gentle with her movements.


    After Helen finished treating Yvonne''s wound, they took Bullet downstairs.


    Cherry Bay was one of Istra''s most luxurious high-end apartmentplexes, with picturesquendscaping at every turn.


    Bullet ran happily through the gardens below while Yvonne and Helen sat on a


    nearby bench, soaking up the sun and chatting casually.


    In the evening, Yvonne received a call from Sandra.


    Sandra said, "Theard that Peter confessed to everything. He exined all the questionable entries in the ount books. George is now under discreet police surveince. It looks like he won''t be able to escape prison time.


    After hanging up, Yvonne thought for a long time and decided she had to return to the Spencer family estate.


    Bet still hadn''t returned, so Yvonne decided she would call him in the morning to say her goodbyes.