"I saw Ben. He was here with that woman. They were all over each other, right in the open, without any sense of decency," Ynda said, her eyes red and on the verge


    of tears.


    Hearing this, both Mr. and Mrs. Walker''s expressions darkened.


    Mrs. Walker mmed her fork down on the table. "Bet is getting more and more out of line! He''s not even married yet, and he''s already parading around with some floozy. He clearly has no respect for the Walker family."


    She then turned to her husband. "What on earth are the Thompsons thinking? Bet broke up with our Ynda for some little tramp, and the Thompsons haven''t given us any exnation."


    "We can''t afford to have a direct confrontation with the Thompsons right now. Let''s wait until my promotion is finalized," Mr. Walker said with a grim face.


    His promotion depended on the Thompsons'' financial backing and influence. Once he secured a higher position, Bet wouldn''t be able to just walk away from the marriage so easily.


    "Doesn''t Emma adore Ynda? You should take Ynda to visit the Thompsons more often and build a stronger bond with Emma. If you can''t control Bet, surely his own mother can."


    Mr. Walker added.


    Mrs. Walker''s eyes lit up with understanding. He was right. Why should they keep chasing after Bet, which only made them look desperate? It was far better to use Emma as their weapon to fight their battles for them.


    "I understand," Mrs. Walker nodded. "Emma is in Istra these days. I''ll take Ynda to visit the Thompsons tomorrow."


    Then, Mrs. Walker took her daughter''s hand and patted it gently.


    "I spoke with your specialistst week. He said your new kidney is working much better than the old one, and your health is good. Once you and Bet are married, you should try to have an heir for the Thompson family as soon as possible, while you''re still young and healthy. With a child, your position as Mrs. Thompson will be unshakable. You won''t have to worry about any of those little vixens on the outside."


    "Okay," Ynda replied listlessly.


    She valued her life and wasn''t keen on having children. But for Bet, she was willing to take the risk.


    T.n


    "Alright, let''s eat," Mr. Walker said, changing the subject. He called the waiter to bring their food and also asked for two bottles of Eternal Peak and a bottle of fine scotch to be packed up, alf to be put on the Thompsons'' tab.


    The restaurant manager, knowing the Walkers were the Thompsons future inws, didn''t dare to offend thom He personally packed the liquor and delivered it to their table respectfully.


    Mr. and Mrs. Walker were quite satisfied with the feast of delicacies before them.


    Ynda, however, had no appetite. She put down her fork and stood up. "I''m not hungry. I think I''ll go look around the mall."


    The mall where the restaurant was located was also owned by the Thompsons. It was one of Istra''s high-end shopping centers, with luxury brands upying the top floor Ynda came here often the sales associates all knew her and would notify her immediately whenever limited-edition or popr items came in.


    Ynda rarely refused, taking the items and charging them to the Thompson family''s ount.


    "I''ll go with you. Your grandfather''s birthday is next week, and I need to pick out a dress," Mrs. Walker said, also putting down her utensils.


    "You women. Shopping is more important than eating. Go on, go," Mr. Walker said with a helpless wave of his hand.


    By this time, Bet and Yvonne had already left the restaurant.


    Yvonne had more filming to do the next day, so Bet drove her back to her apartment.