"That degenerate gambler? After Megan went to prison, no one was funding his lifestyle. I hear he''s fallen on hard times," Sandra said.


    Yvonne continued, "Queena may be George''s illegitimate daughter, but ording to the official story, we were switched at birth, which makes her my adoptive father''s daughter. Since he''s struggling so much, it would be perfectly normal for him to ask his daughter and son-inw for a financial support, wouldn''t it?"


    Her original self''s adoptive father was a monster who had abused a child—as vile and shameless as Megan.


    Yvonne had sent Megan and George to prison but had deliberately left him


    untouched because he still had his uses. And now, he was proving to be quite useful indeed.


    Since Oscar had so much time on his hands, she decided she would be happy to give him something to worry about.


    Sandra''s eyes lit up at the idea.


    A prestigious family like the Rogerses would never know a moment''s peace if a scoundreltched onto them.


    "I''ll have someone inform Dave right away. He''ll be ecstatic to learn that his ''daughter'' married into wealth and that he has a rich son-inw."


    "And hire some capable bodyguards to protect Dave, just in case the Rogers family decides to silence him permanently," Yvonne added.


    "Understood." Sandra immediately pulled out her phone and stepped out of the hospital room, eager to set the n in motion.


    No one had informed Teresa and Jeffrey about Yvonne''s hospitalization.


    But Jeffrey, working in the healthcare system, eventually found out. By the time they learned of it, however, Yvonne was already well on her way to recovery.


    When Teresa and Jeffrey entered the room, Yvonne was sitting on the edge of her bed, slowly sipping a nourishing broth.


    "I heard you were injured and in the hospital. Is it serious? My dear, it seems like you''ve had a string of bad lucktely. When you''re discharged, you muste with me to church to pray and ward off this misfortune."  s?novels


    Teresa looked at Yvonne with deep concern. Although Yvonne''s injuries had mostly


    healed, her face was still pale and she looked weak.


    Jeffrey remained silent, but he walked to the bedside and nced at the patient information chart, noting the attending physician''s name. He nned to speak with the doctorter to inquire about Yvonne''s condition.


    Yvonne finished thest of her broth, set the empty bowl aside, and then looked up at Teresa and Jeffrey Her tone was polite but distant it was just a ident. It''s nothing serious, and be discharged soon. Thank


    you for your concern."


    "We''re family. Don''t speak to us like we''re strangers," Jeffrey said.


    He continued, "Has the doctor said when you can go home? Mom has already prepared your room, and we''ve hired a caretaker. You''ll need to rest and recover even after you''re discharged, and Mom can look after you."


    Just as Jeffrey finished speaking, the door swung open, and Bet walked in, holding her discharge papers.


    His gaze swept coolly over Teresa and Jeffrey before he spoke to Yvonne. "The discharge paperwork isplete. You can leave now."


    "Okay." Yvonne nodded and stood up from the bed.


    Helen took a coat from the rack and thoughtfully draped it over her shoulders.


    Seeing this, Jeffrey couldn''t help but ask, "Mr. Thompson, where are you taking my sister?"


    Bet gave him a cold look


    without a word. It was Helen who


    answered. "Ms. Jones was injured


    protecting the young master. It''s only right that he takes her home to care for her. Besides, Ive been


    looking after her for the entire month she''s been hospitalized. You, her ''mother'' and ''brother,'' are just


    showing up now. You probably wouldn''t even know how to care for a patient."