Emma pointed at Bet, so furious she was speechless.


    Seeing that his wife and son were about to start arguing again, Frank quickly stepped in to mediate.


    He lifted his leg and gave Bet a light, yful kick.


    "Alright, if there''s nothing else, get out of here. Stop upsetting your mother," Frank said, waving his hand dismissively while shooting his son a wink.


    Bet rose from his seat, his handsome face a mask of calm. "Mom, get some rest. I''lle see you another day."


    With that, he turned and left.


    "Bet, you get back..." Emma started to say, but Frank stopped her.


    "The brat''s a grown man, just leave him be. He''ll learn his lesson when he hits a wall,” Frank said, pretending to be on Emma''s side.


    But Emma angrily shook off his hand. She wasn''t blind; she had seen her husband and son exchanging nces. The two of them were just as bad as each other.


    "Look at him! This is what happens when you spoil him," she fumed, clutching her chest.


    "Our children have to make their own way. We should meddle less in their lives from now on," Frank advised.


    Emma red at her husband, too tired to argue, and turned over to lie down on the bed.


    The Thompson family''s driver took Yvonne back to her apartment in the city center.


    After the car stopped, the driver got out first, respectfully opened her door, and dutifully waited until she was safely upstairs before leaving.


    Yvonne returned to her apartment, changed out of her evening gown, and removed her makeup. Just as she was about to take a shower, her phone rang.


    The screen shed with Jeffrey''s name.


    Yvonne, who had just finished removing her makeup and was tying up her hair, hesitated for a moment before answering.


    "Yvonne," Jeffrey''s voice came from the other end, sounding a bit low.


    Yvonne stood before the bathroom


    mirror a cold smirk ying on her pink lips. Jeffrey I''m curious. Wh are you still calling me?"


    Jeffrey sighed before speaking again. "Grandfather has been hospitalized. The whole family has rushed to the hospital. You''re his granddaughter too, so it wouldn''t be right for you not toe."


    "You want me to go? Aren''t you afraid I''ll just aggravate the old man''s condition?" Yvonne scoffed.


    "Grandfather specifically asked for you. He might have something he wants to tell you," Jeffrey added.


    "Fine, I''ll find some time to drop by tomorrow," Yvonne replied casually.


    "The entire family is staying at the hospital tonight. It might not look good if you only show up tomorrow."


    "Well, that can''t be helped. I need my beauty sleep tonight. I''m busy," Yvonne said before hanging up.


    Yvonne tossed her phone onto the vanity undressed, and sank into therge bathtub for a longfortable soak.


    After her bath, she applied a face mask andy down on her plush bed.


    But she had barely settled in when her phone rang again. This time, it was Bet.


    Because of the mask, Yvonne''s voice was a little muffled. "Ben."


    "Going to sleep?” Bet''s maic, warm voice came through the phone, sounding exceptionally pleasant.


    "Mmm," Yvonne hummed in response, gently patting the mask around her lips.


    "Do you have any work tomorrow? I took the day off. Want to go on a date?” Bet asked.


    "I have to visit Mr. James Sr. in the hospital tomorrow. How about lunch together?" Yvonne suggested.


    "Okay, I''ll pick you up from the hospital at lunchtime."


    After that, they said their goodnights and ended the call.