Helen''s words left Teresa and Jeffrey speechless with shame. They had indeed neglected Yvonne over the years, and now, it seemed toote to make amends.


    Helen supported Yvonne as they led the way out of the room. Bet followed behind them, carrying the discharge papers in one hand and Yvonne''s personal belongings in the other.


    After watching the three of them leave, Teresa turned to Jeffrey. "What does Mr. Thompson mean by this? Taking an unmarried young woman home to care for her... do you think he''s taken a liking to Yvonne?"


    Jeffrey''s lips thinned into a line, his brow furrowed in thought.


    Teresa, on the other hand, grew more excited the more she thought about it, already dreaming of bing the Thompsons'' mother-inw.


    "If Yvonne is clever enough to capture Mr. Bet Thompson''s heart, our family''s fortunes could be restored. Even your grandfather would have to look at us with new respect..."


    "Mom," Jeffrey cut her off, shattering her fantasy. "Everyone in our circle knows that Bet is about to get engaged to the eldest daughter of the Walker family. It''s a powerful alliance between politics and business. Do you really think he would break up with Ynda and alienate the Walkers for Yvonne?!"


    Teresa''s excitement instantly evaporated.


    She heaved a heavy sigh, her tone now filled with worry. "Then what''s going to happen? Surely Mr. Thompson doesn''t intend to make Yvonne his mistress. Jeffrey, you must talk to your sister. Following him without any official standing will only lead to heartbreak."


    Jeffrey shook his head with a wry smile. He could try to persuade her, but that would require Yvonne to actually listen.


    Yvonne returned once again to Cherry Apartment.


    Since she was now on the Rogers family''s radar, living in a regr apartment was no longer safe.


    The security at Cherry Apartment, backed by the Thompson family''s influence, was the only way to ensure her safety.


    Bullet was probably the happiest about Yvonne moving into Cherry Apartment, The dog constantly hovered around her, wagging its ta panting, and barking affectionately.


    Yvonne often took him for walks around theplex, and the two of them, human


    and dog, would have a wonderful time together.


    As usual, Bet spent most of his time at the military base, only returning asionally on weekends.


    Even when Bet was back, he was usually in his study handling work. His interactions with Yvonne were minimal, mostly limited to sharing the dinner table.


    That evening, Yvonne returned from a walk with Bullet to find only Helen at home. Dinner was already on the table, but Bet hadn''te back.


    "You''re back, Ms. Jones. Go wash up and eat. I made a pork rib and vegetable soup today. Have it while it''s hot."


    Helen said cheerfully as she set the table.


    Yvonne washed her hands, changed into a set offortable loungewear, and then went into the dining room.


    Yvonne and Helen ate facing each other while Bulletyzily at Yvonne''s feet.


    After dinner, Yvonne helped Helen with the dishes. Then she went to her room to read and scroll through her phone before taking a shower and getting ready for bed.


    Just then, she faintly heard the doorbell ring, followed by the sound of muffled voices.


    Yvonne opened her door and stepped out to see Simon helping Bet into the apartment.


    Simon settled Bet onto the sofa and exined to Helen, "There was a party at the base tonight, and all the senior officers were toasting each other Mr Thorapson had a bit much to drink. I''ll leave him in your care."