In her daze, she thought she heard someone whisper in her ear, a low, hoarse murmur, "Don''t be afraid, Vonnie, I''ll always be with you..."


    The voice was incredibly familiar, yet it felt dreamlike and unreal.


    When Yvonne woke up, her head was still spinning.


    The antihistamine shot had worked; she no longer felt so awful, but her body was weak and drained of energy.


    Her old self had rarely even gotten sick, but this new body seemed to have one problem after another, constantly catching her off guard.


    "You''re awake?" a woman''s voice, cool and stern without a trace of warmth, sounded beside her.


    Yvonne turned her head and saw Emma standing by her bed. Dressed in an elegant gown, she looked down at Yvonne with an oppressive, judgmental gaze.


    "Mrs. Thompson," Yvonne called out, her voice slightly hoarse.


    Emma nodded and continued.


    "Your name is Yvonne? That''s a very nice name, the same name as Bet''s ex- girlfriend. Bet was deeply in love with his ex, so even a simr name is enough to make him look at you differently.


    But a person needs to know their ce. Don''t covet what you can''t have. Bet and the youngdy from the Walker family are about to be engaged. Being the third party who destroys someone''s rtionship is a shameful thing to do.


    You have some fame in your circle now. It''s hard to make it in this industry, so I advise you to cherish your reputation."


    Emma looked at Yvonne with undisguised contempt. The point of her long speech was simple: don''t get any ideas.


    Perhaps because she was feeling unwell, Yvonne''s patience was thin.


    Because Emma was Bet''s mother, Yvonne had always respected her, even knowing she was disliked.


    But that didn''t mean Yvonne would let herself be endlessly humiliated.


    "Mrs. Thompson, I don''t understand what you''re saying," Yvonne said, pushing herself up in bed. Her face was still pale and weak, but her eyes were startingly bright.


    "Mr. Thompson and I are not even friends. Did do something, or did he do something, to give you the wrong impression? That''s a heavy


    usation, being called a


    homewrecker. The way you vel.ned"


    throwing it at me, I''m starting to wonder if I have amnesia? Did I forget the part where you caught me in bed with him?"


    Emma was clearly taken aback for a moment.


    "Quite the sharp tongue," Emma


    nor is he


    sneered. "I know my own son. Bet is not one to meddle in other people''s affairs, nor is he pul ilove. I don''t care how deep your rtionship is; I''m just O reminding you that the threshold to the Thompson family is high. You can''t climb it. The higher you hope, the harder you''ll fall."


    With that, Emma turned and left.


    After the soft thud of the closing door, the room fell silent.


    Yvonne forced herself to sit up and get out of bed. Staying here any longer felt like inviting more humiliation.


    However, she hadn''t even reached the door when it was pushed open again from the outside.


    Bet walked in and saw that his patient was not resting obediently in bed.


    His brow furrowed. He walked over, and without a word, he scooped her up and dropped her back onto the bed.