She went into the bathroom, washed her tear-streaked face, and had a maid bring her an ice pack for her swollen eyes. After applying a high-end face mask, she went to bed.


    Ynda was exhausted from crying all afternoon and quickly fell asleep.


    Mrs. Walker left her daughter''s room and returned to the living room, where her husband was watching the evening news.


    She walked over, picked up the remote, and turned off the TV.


    "What''s wrong with Ynda?" Mr. Walker asked.


    "Bet was fooling around with some starlet in his hospital room, and Ynda walked in on them. Hmph, he takes two bullets and still has the energy to mess around with women. It seems his injuries weren''t serious enough."


    Mrs. Walker snorted with contempt.


    "Our Ynda''s health is so delicate, yet she goes to the hospital to visit him every day. And what does she get in return? The man has no conscience. If the Thompson family doesn''t give me a satisfactory exnation, I won''t let this go. They shouldn''t think they can just walk all over the Walker family."


    Mr. Walker frowned slightly at his wife''s words.


    Bet was a far superior future son-inwpared to Oscar.


    He had a prestigious background and a boundless future, making him the best choice for the Walker family. The only downside was that he couldn''t be easily controlled.


    "Calm down. It''s a small matter. Let''s not make things awkward for both families. I''m at a critical point for a promotion right now, and I need the Thompson family''s financial support."


    "All you care about is your career! Does that mean our daughter should just suffer in silence?" Mrs. Walker retorted.


    "Men are all drawn to novelty. Today it''s a model, tomorrow it''s an actress. The day after, he''ll probably be sick of it," Mr. Walker said. He took a cup of freshly brewed premium tea from a maid, took a sip, and continued.


    "I know Ynda has been wronged. Tell her not to visit the hospital for a while. Let''s give that Bet boy the cold shoulder. I''ll call Frank and tell him to teach his son some manners."


    Mr. Walker''s response finally satisfied his wife.


    Having been in positions of power for years, the couple didn''t give a second thought to a minor actress like Yvonne.


    In their minds, the marriage alliance between the Walker and Thompson families was a done deal. A little ything like Yvonne couldn''t possibly cause any real trouble.


    Emma had workmitments during the day and only went to see Bet at the hospital in the evening.


    She was delighted to hear from the doctor that Bet''s fever had broken and his wound was healing well.


    However, her good mood vanished the moment she walked into the room and saw Yvonne.


    "Who let you in here?" Emma asked, her face stony.


    Yvonne was still sitting by the bed, her wrist held by Bet. The atmosphere instantly became tense and awkward.


    "I did," Bet said from the bed, looking up at his mother, the sharpness in his dark eyes undiminished.


    "Bet!" Emma red at her son, annoyed.


    A palpable tension grew between mother and son.


    Yvonne didn''t want to see them fight because of her, so she pulled her hand free from Bet''s and stood up.


    "I have to go. Mr. Thompson, please get some rest. I''lle see you another day."


    As Yvonne turned to leave, Bet grabbed her wrist again.


    This time, it wasn''t a forceful grip.


    His thumb gently caressed the


    delicate skin of her wrist, his fingers


    asionally tracing her palm sending a tingling, illicit warmth


    through her.


    Despite his intimate gestures, Bet''s handsome face remained serious and cool,


    "Ms. Jones, I did take a bullet for


    and take care of me for a feet


    you. The least you could do is


    That''s not too much to


    it?


    Only Mr. Bet Thompson could make emotional ckmail sound so reasonable.