"Bet, who do you want me to be?" Yvonne''s beautiful eyes widened as tears streamed uncontrobly down her face.


    Her vision blurred, and then, everything went ck as she lost consciousness.


    He lifted her into his arms and ced her in the car.


    The car cut through the darkness, driving steadily along the empty road.


    Yvonne leaned against the seat, her sleeping face peaceful and innocent, exuding an air of naivety.


    Bet held the steering wheel, asionally ncing at her in the rearview mirror. The car finally pulled into Cherry Apartment.


    It waste, and Helen had already gone to bed, but she was awakened by Bullet''s barking.


    She threw on a robe and walked out of her room, startled to see Bet carrying Yvonne inside.


    "What happened to Ms. Jones?" Helen asked.


    "She''s drunk. Helen, could you help her wash up and change her clothes?" Bet handed Yvonne over to Helen and then went to his own room.


    He took off his jacket, tossing it onto the back of the sofa, then pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He lit one, and just as he did, his phone on the coffee table began to buzz.


    Bet held the cigarette in one hand and picked up the phone with the other.


    It was Emma''s voice on the other end.


    "Where are you?"


    "Cherry Bay," Bet replied, taking a drag from his cigarette.


    There was a brief silence on the other end; Emma seemed to be suppressing her anger. "Ynda isn''t feeling well; she''s been hospitalized. Since you''re not on base why arent you with bec? You''re


    ?????


    being a rather irresponsible boyfriend."


    "I''m not a doctor. There''s no point in me being there. Hasn''t the best medical team already been sent over?" Bet walked out onto the balcony connected to his bedroom, smoking as he replied calmly.


    "The Walker family doesn''tck a medical team. What shecks ispanionship," Emma said with a sigh.


    Bet''s lips curled into a cold smile. "She gets whatever shecks? Does the Walker family think they can control everything?"


    "Bet?!" Emma''s voice was a mix of shock and restrained anger.


    Bet flicked the ash from his cigarette, not wanting to argue with Emma over the phone. "I''m tired. You should get some rest too," he said dismissively.


    With that, he ended the call.


    On the other end, Emma listened to the dial tone, fuming.


    "That wretched son of mine, what is he trying to do? Is he nning to break off the engagement?"


    "Marriage is a serious matter. It''s understandable for Bet to be cautious," Frank reasoned.


    "Ynda is beautiful, talented, gentle, and a suitable match for our family. What more could he be dissatisfied with? You''ve spoiled him rotten." Unable to scold her son, Emma directed her anger at her husband.


    "You only gave me one son. Who else am I supposed to spoil?" Frank maintained a good-natured demeanor in front of his wife.


    He walked over to her, putting an arm around her shoulder tofort her. "Getting married and starting a family is a lifelongmitment You have to let him marry someone he truly loves. What does it matter what the Walker family thinks? If Bet wants to marry her, he will. If he doesn''t, he won''t."


    "He won''t marry a well-behaved girl like Ynda, so does he want to


    We were so busy with work


    marry someone wild like balet


    then that we sent him to the Moore family, and they raised him to be Yvonne''spdog, ready to bite whoever she pointed at. still get angry just thinking about it. Thank God Yvonne is dead. If she weren''t, I''d be the one dying of anger!"