As she spoke, her gaze instinctively flickered toward Yvonne.


    Bet nced at Yvonne beside him, then chuckled. "Don''t let your imagination run wild."


    He then lifted his wrist to check his watch. "What time does the concert start? Shall I go with you?"


    "Of course," Ynda agreed with a smile. She hade knowing he was on leave today, hoping to ask him to the concert.


    Yvonne stood to the side, watching them chat andugh, feelingpletely out of ce.


    Yvonne couldn''t help but smile bitterly to herself. Why do I always get confused, unable to separate the past from the present?


    The Ben of this life no longer belonged to her.


    "Young Master, Ms. Jones, breakfast is ready," Helen called from the dining room. "Helen, I''m heading out and won''t be back for meals today," Bet informed her. Then he turned to Yvonne and said coolly, "Go eat."


    With that, he and Ynda left together.


    Bet apanied Ynda into the elevator.


    As the elevator descended slowly, the silence in the small space felt suffocating.


    Ynda''s hand, hanging by her side, clenched unconsciously. She forced a calm, warm smile and spoke as if making a casual observation. "I was so surprised to see Ms. Jones just now. You''ve never brought a girl back to your apartment before."


    "She was injured while saving me. Even though she''s been discharged, she still needs to recover. Helen isn''t too busy looking after Bullet, so she can take care of her as well."


    Bet exined calmly.


    "Oh," Ynda replied, then teased,


    "They say you should repay a life-saving debt with your life. I almost thought you were nning, on keeping a mistress tucked away here."


    Bet nced up at her, his expression mild. "Been watching too many dramas?" Ynda paused for a second, then shook her head andughed. Her mood seemed to lighten considerably.


    Meanwhile, at the Rogers estate, Oscar''s mood was anything but pleasant.


    Queena''s supposed father, Dave,


    had shown up. He was a degenerate gambler with every vice imaginable, and now he was shouting to the world that the young mistress of the Rogers family should support him in his old age, demanding a mansion. fine liquor, and servants to wait on him.


    He seemed to think he could just move in and be the patriarch of the Rogers family.


    The Rogers family lived in an exclusive, gatedmunity popted by political and business elites.


    A scoundrel like Dave, causing a scene at the Rogers family''s gate-shouting, throwing tantrums-had be theughingstock of their social circle.


    The family had called the police, but after they took Dave away, he was released shortly after.


    After all, he was legally Queena''s father, and his request for support wasn''t technically illegal. The police generally don''t jail people over family disputes.


    Oscar, furious, hired some men to beat Dave up and warn him to stay away from the family and Queena.


    But immediately after, Dave started a livestream online, tearfully using Queena and Oscar of abandonment, and of hiring thugs to beat and intimidate him.


    In the broadcast, Dave held up a hospital medical report and showed a video of the assault, crying his eyes out.


    "Queena, the young mistress of the


    Rogers family, is my biological daughter She''s living in luxury now, dripping with gold and jewels, but she wont even spare thought for her old father. I went to ask them for a little support, and they not only shut the door in my face but also had me beaten! At my age, they nearly killed me."


    "They even threatened that if I ever try to see them again, they''ll have me killed."