Mrs. Walker could only sigh and whisper, "People spend money on pets just for amusement. The Thompsons aren''t short on cash, so let them spend it. Why are you getting so worked up over a trinket?"


    "I can''t stand seeing them together. To think Bet broke up with me for some cheap tramp," Ynda fumed, her eyes turning red.


    "A marriage alliance between our families is a major affair. It''s not something Bet can just end with a simple ''breakup''," Mrs. Walker said, taking Ynda''s hand and patting it gently.


    "Don''t you worry. Since you were a child, have your father and I ever denied you anything you wanted? Bet will be no exception."


    "Okay." Ynda''s mood finally improved after hearing her mother''s words.


    She shot a cold re at the back of Yvonne''s head, thinking to herself, *Let the bitch enjoy her moment. It won''tst long.*


    After the auction, Bet walked out of the estate with Yvonne.


    Yvonne was in high spirits, having acquired quite a few beautiful pieces.


    "I had the items sent to your apartment," Bet said, gently ruffling her hair with a warm smile.


    "My, what a generous expense, Mr. Bet Thompson," Yvonne replied, winking yfully.


    Yvonne never stood on ceremony with her Ben. Even if he plucked a star from the sky for her, she would ept it with open arms and tell him with a smile, "The star is beautiful. I love it."


    Just as they stepped out of the estate, Bet''s phone rang.


    He nced at the caller ID, his brow furrowing out of habit. He turned to Yvonne and said, "I''ll go get the car. Wait here for me."


    "Okay," Yvonne nodded, stopping at the bottom of the steps.


    "Be good." Bet gave her a small smile before turning and walking towards the parking lot, answering the call as he went.


    It was Emma, and the moment he answered, sheunched into an interrogation.


    "Bet, you broke up with


    Ynda? Who gave you permission to make such a decision on your own? Do you have any idea how heartbroken Ynda is? Het health is already fragile, and she nearly ended up back in the hospital from the emotional distress.


    Bet, is this how I raised you? To be a man with no sense of responsibility ormitment? You will apologize to Ynda right now and promise her you''ll stop messing around with those unsavory women outside."


    "Are you finished?" Bet waited patiently for Emma to finish before speaking in a cool, detached tone.


    "I was nning to find a time to exin this to you in person, but since you insist on asking now, I''ll answer you. Ynda and I are both adults We have the freedom to be in a rtionship, and we each have the right to end it.


    I have broken up with her. ''Broken up'' means that from now on, our lives are separate. We''ll go our own ways."


    "Who gave you permission to break up? I don''t approve!" Emma shrieked.


    "My decision is enough. I don''t need your approval. If there''s nothing else, I''m hanging up." Bet had reached his car and ended the call without another word.


    He got into the driver''s seat, started the engine, and drove towards the estate entrance.


    Yvonne was still waiting for him by the gate, with people passing by her from time to time.


    Mrs. Walker and Ynda were thest to emerge. Upon seeing Yvonne standing there, Ynda deliberately charged towards her.


    Yvonne, who had been looking down, saw a shadow rushing at her from behind and sidestepped with lightning-fast reflexes.


    Ynda missed her target and stumbled, nearly falling over. Fortunately, Mrs. Walker was right beside her and caught her in time.


    Ynda red at Yvonne, her eyes filled with rage.


    Mrs. Walker, also annoyed, spoke up. "Such ack of manners and upbringing. No wonder all you know is how to seduce men. With your status all you can do is squeeze what you can out of men white you''re young. Once you''re old and faded..."