Yvonne slept soundly again.


    The next morning, she didn''t get up until nine. After washing up, eating breakfast, and doing her makeup, she left her apartment at ten o''clock sharp.


    She drove to the hospital in a rtively low-key Range Rover Evoque.


    After parking in the hospital lot, she put on a pair of sunsses and walked inside.


    Mr. James Sr. was staying in a high-end VIP room on the twentieth floor. It wasn''t anything too serious-just the chronic ailments of old age like high blood pressure and a weak heart.


    His hospital stay was more for recuperation than anything else.


    Yvonne walked into the room to find the entire James n assembled. It was more crowded and lively than a holiday gathering.


    Marcia''s and Joshua''s families sat on one side, while Teresa''s and Jerome''s families sat on the other, like two opposing camps in a standoff.


    Mrs. James Sr. sat by the hospital bed, attentively caring for Mr. James Sr., offering him water and medicine, ying the part of a devoted wife.


    Yvonne, heels clicking on the floor, entered the room, her eyes sweeping over everyone present.


    "Yvonne, you''re here! Your grandfather was just asking about you," Teresa said, immediately walking over to take her hand.


    Yvonne nodded, then discreetly pulled her hand away from Teresa''s grasp.


    "Look at you, all high and mighty now that you have a powerful man behind you," Marcia sneered. “Dad was admittedst night, and everyone rushed over. Only Yvonne has the nerve to show up now."


    Yvonne slowly took off her sunsses and shot Marcia a sidelong nce.


    It was always Marcia, barking first and loudest, grating on everyone''s nerves.


    "What brand is your bra?" Yvonne asked suddenly. "It was showing yesterday. Sheer ckce, very sexy For someone your age to still be sobrazen, it''s no wonder you managed to steal the engagement my grandmother arranged for my mother and marry into the Reed family."


    "What nonsense are you spouting! It was your mother who fell for that pauper George and insisted on breaking the engagement! I only married into the Reed family in her ce! You''re twisting the truth, and I''ll tear your mouth off your face!"


    Marcia was absolutely livid.


    "Grandfather also tells everyone that he only got with Mrs. James Sr. after Grandma passed away, but in reality, his illegitimate children were already, running around everywhere. It''s just a game of self-deception," Yvonne continued with a cynicalugh.


    Marcia was easily provoked into a frenzy and was about to cause a scene when a furious roar came from the inner room.


    "What''s all this noise? Are you all trying to kill me? A bunch of ungrateful wretches!" The old man''s shout finally silenced the room.


    Then, Mrs. James Sr. emerged from the inner bedroom. She looked as she always did—aged, yet impably and elegantly dressed.


    It was no wonder a woman like her hadpletely won out over Mr. James Sr.''s first wife.


    "Your father is gravely ill, and you''re still bickering with a junior. You''re too old to be so immature,” Mrs. James Sr. scolded Marcia, but her eyes were fixed on Yvonne, ring as if she wanted to burn holes through her.


    It made sense. The original Yvonne hadn''t visited the James family often, but every time she did, she suffered at the hands of this old woman.


    But this Yvonne wasn''t going to put up with it.


    Yvonne widened her beautiful, innocent eyes and asked loudly, "Ma''am, why are you ring at me? Is there something wrong with you eyes? Would you like me to take you to an ophthalmologist? At your age, you really shouldn''t neglect your health."


    Mrs. James Sr. felt as if this Yvonne were apletely different person, her words<pced with poison. Though furious, she managed to keep herposure.