Yvonne had work and couldn''t stay by his side all the time, but she rushed to the hospital every day, only feeling at ease after seeing he was okay.


    Ynda had listened to her parents and hadn''t shown up at the hospital since.


    Bet hadn''t contacted her either.


    After the doctor''s rounds, Bet sat on his hospital bed, listening to a trusted subordinate''s report.


    "An anonymous email has been sent to the Walker family''s rival. Mr. Walker''s promotion is definitely off the table now. The Rogers family''s hospitals have all been foreclosed on in bankruptcy, and we haven''t found any useful information."


    "Mm," Bet responded coolly, his expression unreadable.


    Once one of Istra''s top families, the century-old Rogers family had copsed spectacrly. But with Oscar''s death, all traces leading back to the Walker family seemed to have vanished.


    Oscar probably chose death to avoid implicating the Walker family. Thest call he ever made was to Ynda.


    Heh. So devoted.


    After finishing his report and organizing the files, the subordinate left.


    Shortly after, Simon entered and said respectfully, "Mr. Thompson, the discharge papers are all set. Shall we leave now?"


    "Mm," Bet murmured, but he remained standing motionless by the window. It overlooked the bustling main entrance of the hospital, and it was unclear what, or who, he was looking for.


    "Is everything packed? Have the driver move it to the car." Emma pushed the door open and frowned when she saw Bet standing by the window in the draft.


    "You''re catching a draft right after your injury has healed. Don''t think you can neglect your health just because you''re young; you''re not invincible." Emma draped


    a long cashmere coat over Bet''s shoulders, nagging with concern.


    "Mm," Bet replied softly, adjusting the coat on his shoulders before following Emma out of the room.


    At the hospital''s main entrance, a ck Maybach S600 was parked-Emma''s personal car. She used it for all her outings.


    After loading the luggage into the trunk, the driver quickly got into the driver''s seat.


    Simon respectfully held the door


    open. Only after Bet and Emma


    were inside did he walk around to


    the other side and get into the


    passenger seat


    The car started moving slowly, heading out of the hospital grounds. Bet gazed


    out the window, his aura deep and cold.


    Just as the car was about to merge onto the main road, Bet saw a white Audi screech to a half on the roadside. Yvonne hurried out, clutching arge bouquet of sunflowers.


    She had been at a promotional event in the next city yesterday and had intended to drive back overnight to pick Bet up from the hospital, but a multi-car pile-up on the highway had trapped her in traffic.


    Yvonne was toote. She stood by the road, holding the flowers, and watched helplessly as the Thompson family''s car drove away.


    The specially tinted windows prevented anyone from seeing in, but those inside could see out clearly.


    Bet watched Yvonne standing by the road with the flowers, her head bowed, looking like the most pitiful, abandoned person in the world.


    The corner of his mouth curved into a faint smile. He took out his phone and sent Yvonne a text: *The sunflowers are beautiful.*


    "Who are you texting?" Emma asked, ncing at him from the seat beside him.


    "It''s for work," Bet replied dismissively, quickly turning off his phone screen.


    Emma knew the nature of Bet''s work, so she didn''t press further when he mentioned it and changed the subject.