"Has that actress stopped pestering youtely? Good for her, knowing her ce. Bet, I don''t care about your flings, but after you''re married, you''d better settle down. A man needs to be responsible. Don''t be like your father, bringing two bastards into my life to annoy me."


    "Have you not been in touch with Yndately? It takes a special talent to anger someone as gentle as her."


    "Now that you''re out of the hospital, you need to find some time to go to the Walkers and make things right with Ynda..."


    As Emma continued to drone on, her words went in one of Bet''s ears and out the other. Annoyed, he finally cut her off with a curt, "Yes, I know."


    "Good, as long as you know. I''ve set my heart on Ynda as my daughter-inw. If you scare her off, you''ll have me to answer to." With that, Emma finally fell silent.


    After his discharge, Bet spent one night at Thompson Manor.


    The next day, at Emma''s insistence, he went to visit the Walker family.


    Following her parents'' advice, Ynda hadn''t visited Bet in the hospital, nor had she texted or called him.


    And Bet hadn''t contacted her either, acting as if he''d forgotten herpletely.


    Ynda grew increasingly anxious, even starting to resent her parents for their terrible advice.


    "Bet hasn''t contacted me in ages, and he didn''t even tell me he was


    discharged. I heard from a nurse that Yvonne has been at the hospital every day, fawning all over him! Mom, by telling me not to go, you just made room for another woman."


    Ynda was on edge. Every time she remembered the sight of Bet and Yvonne''s passionate kiss, she felt like she was about to fall apart.


    "What are you so worried about? She''s a nobody. Emma would never let her into the Thompson family. You''re young, so you think love is everything. A rtionship might be between two people, but marriage is between two families. Why would the Thompsons pass up a perfect match like you for the daughter of an ex-convict?"


    Mrs. Walkerforted her calmly.


    Just as she finished speaking, a maid knocked on the door.


    "Ma''am, Miss, Mr. Thompson is here. He''s in the study with the mister," the maid announced from outside.


    "Bet''s here!" Ynda was overjoyed.


    "He was just discharged yesterday, and today he''s here to apologized told you to be patient. With your father''s promotion just around the corner the Thompsons would never give up an alliance with our family."


    Mrs. Walker stood up with a smile and added, "Your father and Bet will probably


    talk for a while. You should go change and get ready."


    Ynda rushed into her walk-in


    closet, sifting through thetest


    season''s collection. "How about this rainbow-colored tiered dress? It''s limited edition, the only one in the country. Where''s my makeupartist? There''s no time for a full face now, just something for daytime And make sure my jewelry is perfect coordinated."


    Ynda quickly changed into the dress, applied some light, elegant makeup, and chose a striking tourmaline ne that wasn''t overly expensive. Then she hurried to the study.


    In the study, Bet was chatting with Mr. Walker over tea.


    Mr. Walker was currently in a transitional phase at work, but his new appointment letter had yet to arrive.


    Although he remainedposed, he was not as calm as he had been initially.


    Bet''s conversation with him was mostly about work. Mr. Walker''s underlying message was clear: once he and Ynda were married they would be family, and the Thompson family''s wealth should naturally be used to pave the way for the


    Walkers.


    Bet subtly brought up the Rogers family, but Mr. Walker, a wily old fox seasoned


    by years in politics, was difficult to get any useful information out of.