Oscar''s temper red again, but Ynda stopped him.


    "It''s alright, Oscar. Don''t cause any more trouble for my sake. I''ll apologize." Looking like a martyr, Ynda walked over to Yvonne. "Ms. Jones, I apologize for my friends'' actions. Are you satisfied now?"


    "Ynda," Oscar said, pulling her into a protective embrace as if she were the one who had been terribly wronged.


    Yvonne could only scoff at the sight.


    "Murderers pay with their lives, debtors pay their dues, and wrongdoers apologize. It''smon sense. Yet here you are, Ms. Walker, looking so aggrieved, one might think I was the one bullying you."


    Yvonne finished speaking and slowly rose to her feet.


    She walked up to Ynda and studied her with a frown. "Ms. Walker, I don''t know if you were truly innocent in all this, but birds of a feather flock together. I can''t help but question if your character is as poor as your friends''. Are you really worthy of Bet?!"


    Yvonne''s final words clearly struck a nerve.


    Ynda''s eyes turned red, and she buried her face in Oscar''s chest, crying. Her shoulders shook as her tears soaked his shirt.


    Oscar''s fury reached its peak. He looked at Yvonne, his eyes dark and menacing. "It seems you have too much free time on your handstely. I think it''s time you had something to do."


    "Are you nning on giving me more work, Mr. Rogers? Excellent. I look forward to it," Yvonne retorted with a cold smile.


    She didn''t know what Oscar was nning, but the more he tried to interfere, the more opportunities she''d have to expose him.


    Yvonne stayed in Damry for nearly a month.


    On the day she flew back to Istra, she was surprised to find Jeffrey waiting to pick her up at the airport.


    "What are you doing here?"


    "It''s Mom''s birthday. I came to take you home so we can celebrate with her."


    Yvonne fell silent, her expression cold.


    Jeffrey sighed helplessly. "Yvonne, I know you haven''t forgiven us, but she''s still your mother."


    Instead of replying, Yvonne handed her suitcase to her assistant. "Take this back to my apartment. I''ll be backter. Then she put on her sunsses and walked briskly out of the airport.


    Jeffrey''s car was parked just outside. He drove, taking Yvonne back to the Spencer residence.


    "A while ago, Dad got really sick in prison and wanted to see Mom. She hasn''t been in good spirits since she visited him."


    Yvonne stared out the window, silent as if she hadn''t heard him.


    Jeffrey gripped the steering wheel and sighed. "Mom has the softest heart. Even though Dad did a lot of Whey were married fora long time."


    Jeffrey''s car slowly entered the underground garage and pulled into its designated spot.


    They got out of the car and took the elevator straight up to the apartment.


    When they walked in, Teresa was sitting on the sofa, lost in thought, while Joseph


    sat on the floor by the window, ying with a puzzle.


    "Jeffrey, Yvonne!" Joseph eximed happily upon seeing them, running over on his short legs and jumping into Jeffrey''s arms.


    Jeffrey ruffled his little brother''s hair and carried him inside.


    Seeing both her children home, a rare smile appeared on Teresa''s face, though she still chided, "Yo! been gone so long, you must not even think of this as your home anymore."


    Then she turned to the housekeeper. "Is dinner ready? Let''s eat."