Ynda assumed the role of thedy of the house, coldly dismissing them.


    Sandra had no reason to stay any longer; they had seen him, after all. After a few more polite words, she took Yvonne and left.


    As the door closed, Bet coughed lightly and said to Ynda, "I''m fine. I''ve been through worse in the military. These are just minor injuries. Don''t worry."


    After he spoke, his gaze drifted unconsciously toward the slowly closing door.


    "Even if they''re minor injuries, you lost so much blood. I was worried sick. Ben, promise me you''ll protect yourself no matter what, and don''t get hurt again, okay?"


    Ynda took his hand, her voice choked with emotion.


    "Mmm," Bet responded indifferently, subtly pulling his hand from her grasp.


    "I''m going to rest for a bit. Have Simon take you home. You''re not well yourself; you shouldn''t overexert yourself," Bet said, theny back down on the bed, turning his back to her.


    Ynda reminded him a few more times to rest well before she left.


    ...


    Meanwhile.


    Yvonne had left the hospital with Sandra.


    Sandra was driving, and Yvonne sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window, her mood low.


    "Is there anything you want to tell me?" Sandra asked suddenly, her hands on the steering wheel.


    Yvonne slowly turned to look at Sandra, asking nkly, "What?"


    "About Bet. Is there nothing you want to tell me?" Sandra nced at the road ahead, then back at Yvonne.


    "No," Yvonne denied instinctively.


    Sandra pursed her lips and then said in a meaningful tone, "Yvonne, do you know there are two things in this world you can''t hide? A cough, and love."


    Back when Yvonne was caught up in the scandal with Thomas, Sandra hadn''t asked a single extra question because she could see that Yvonne had no romantic feelings for him.


    But whenever Yvonne was around Bet, everything about her seemed off.


    Yvonne, who usually considered herself eloquent, was at a loss for words. In the end, she could only shake her head with a bitter smile.


    "I really don''t know what''s so great about Bet that you two are both so obsessed with him. Even the old Yvonne, on her deathbed, was still dreaming of marrying him."


    Sandra''s hands tightened on the steering wheel, her gaze on Yvonne somewhat dazed.


    "You and Yvonne are clearly different people, but for some reason, I


    always feel like see her shadow


    you. Seeing you is like seeing Vonnie still by my side. I think I might be going crazy."


    Yvonne remained silent. She desperately wanted to tell her, I am Vonnie. I''m back.


    Buting back in someone else''s body was such a bizarre story. If she said it, Sandra would probably think she was seriously ill.


    "Yvonne, I don''t want to interfere in your love life. But as your friend, K want to remind you that if you like Bet and want to be with him it''s going to be incredibly difficult.


    Being from different worlds is a huge mountain to climb. The old Yvonne at least had a childhood connection with Bet, but you don''t even have that. Will he really give up a family alliance and bear that pressure for you?!"


    all


    Sandra said a lot, but the bottom line was that she was not optimistic about Yvonne''s chances.


    Yvonne''s hands, resting on herp, clenched uncontrobly as she suppressed all the emotions welling up inside her.