But Ms. Walker was Mr. Thompson''s rightful girlfriend. He had no reason to deny her entry.


    Simon felt like his brain was short-circuiting. No matter what he did, it seemed to be the wrong choice.


    "Simon, see Ms. Walker home," Bet ordered.


    Ynda''s eyes reddened instantly. She had been waiting for an exnation, debating whether she should forgive him, but instead, he was callously dismissing her.


    Maintaining her dignity, Ynda didn''t throw a tantrum like amon shrew. She simply turned and ran out, sobbing.


    Simon immediately followed her.


    After they left, the room fell into a heavy silence.


    Yvonne curled up under the nket, pressing a hand to her chest.


    It was strange. Her heart condition had been cured, so why did it still ache so fiercely?


    "What are you waiting for? Aren''t you going to chase after your girlfriend?" Yvonne fought back tears, looking up at him. "Bet, I have no interest in being the other woman, and you shouldn''t be a cheater."


    Yvonne had fully regained herposure. She straightened her clothes, got off the bed, and tried to leave, but Bet grabbed her arm again.


    He looked at her, his expression calm and gentle, as if he had finally reverted to the Ben she knew six years ago.


    "Vonnie, could you call a doctor for me first? I think my wound tore open," he said calmly, his tone so matter-of-fact it was as if he were talking about someone else.


    Yvonne''s breath caught. She frantically pulled at his hospital gown and saw that the gauze around his wound was stained crimson. The gown was so loose that the blood hadn''t soaked through, so she hadn''t noticed.


    Forgetting everything else, Yvonne reached for the call button by the bed.


    The doctor and nurses arrived almost instantly. No one dared to be slow when it


    came to the heir of the Thompson family, a man who also held a military rank.


    As the doctor treated Bet''s


    wound, his hand remainedet


    sped around Yvonne''s, as if he


    feared she would run away the ment he let go.


    The doctor and nurses asionally nced at their joined hands, exchanging looks, but no one dared to say a word.


    After the doctor finished dressing the wound, a nurse took Bet''s temperature. Miraculously, his fever had broken.


    The doctor gave Bet a few more instructions, basically telling him to stay in bed and avoid any strenuous


    activity that might reopen the wound.


    Then, the medical staff filed out of the room.


    Yvonne watched them leave, frowning.


    She was an actress, a famous one at that. If word of what had just happened in this


    room got out, it would probably trend online instantly.


    "Don''t worry, they won''t talk," Bet said, as if he could read her mind.


    The medical staff in the VIP wing knew what to say and what to keep to themselves.


    Yvonne nodded, then wiggled the wrist he was gripping tightly. "Bet, can you let go now?"


    "No. I''m never letting go again," Bet said, his voice resolute.


    Yvonne''s eyes filled with a familiar sting as she stared deeply at him.


    She fought to keep the tears from falling, but her voice trembled uncontrobly.


    "Bet, do I need to remind you that you have a girlfriend?"


    "I''ll break up with her as soon as possible," Bet said seriously.


    Yvonne was stunned for a moment, then slowly, painfully, shook her head. "Ben, the


    past is the past. Ms. Walker is innocent. Don''t hurt her."


    "You and I are never in the past," Bet dered. Thinking of


    Ynda, a cold sneer touched


    lips Ynda... she''s not as


    innocent as you think