If he hadn''t been so desperate to find a kidney donor for Ynda back then, he never would have stepped into this bottomless pit. Now, he felt like a man walking on a cliff''s edge, with no way to turn back.


    Ynda, having just woken from a nap, wasing downstairs when she


    overheard her parents'' conversation in the living room.


    Her eyes instantly reddened, and a choked sob caught the attention of Mr. and Mrs. Walker.


    "Ynda!"


    “Dad, do you regret saving me? I should have just died back then. At least then you would remember me fondly and have had the chance to have another, healthy child."


    With that, Ynda turned and ran back upstairs, crying.


    "Ynda!" Mrs. Walker started to go after her daughter but was stopped by her husband.


    "She''s not a child anymore. She doesn''t need to be coddled every time she throws a tantrum. Just leave her be. Let her cool down," Mr. Walker said, resting his head in his hands, looking utterly exhausted.


    Ynda stayed in her room and didn''te down, not even for dinner.


    Worried, Mrs. Walker sent the maid to call her.


    The maid knocked on Ynda''s door, but there was no answer. When she tried to open it, she found it was locked.


    “Needing to be begged just to eat a meal. You''ve spoiled her rotten," Mr. Walker snapped, mming his utensils down. He told the maid to find the spare key and open the door.


    Mr. Walker stormed into the room, nning to give Ynda a piece of his mind, but froze when he saw her lying in the bathtub, the water stained red with blood.


    He stood there, stunned into silence. Mrs. Walker let out a piercing scream. "Ynda! My daughter!"


    Finally jolted into action, Mr. Walker pulled out his phone with trembling hands and called for an ambnce.


    Paramedics arrived quickly and rushed Ynda to the hospital.


    ...


    After Halloween, Yvonne and Bet were both busy with their own schedules and hadn''t had time to see each other.


    After finishing his training for the day, Bet found a moment to call Yvonne.


    Yvonne had just finished filming a public service announcement.


    The filming location wasn''t too far from Bet''s base, so he changed his clothes, grabbed his car keys, and headed out to pick her up they could at least have dinner together.


    Yvonne had just wrapped up and hadn''t removed her makeup yet.


    Her makeup was heavy today, and she was wearing a miniskirt and thigh-high boots, giving her a sultry, worldly look.


    "What were you filming today?" Bet asked with a smile, unable to help himself.


    "A troubled youth," Yvonne replied with a shrug. "Does it look bad?"


    Instead of answering, Bet leaned in closer, his long fingers gently tipping her


    chin up. His eyes twinkled with amusement as he looked at her.


    "Whether it looks good or not depends on who you ask,” he murmured, his thumb stroking the soft skin of her jaw and cheek, 1


    sending a tingling warmth through her "From a man''s perspective, it''s beautiful. Very alluring."


    Bet''s ear was parked in the deep shadows of a tree, and the dappled light filtering through the window


    created anintimate romantic atmosphere.


    His lips pressed against hers, a controlled kiss that traveled from her soft lips down


    the white column of her neck to the hollow of her corbone.


    Then, he pulled back, breathing a little heavily.


    Yvonne was a public figure, and they were in a public ce. Being photographed would cause unnecessary trouble.


    Bet started the engine. Just as he was pulling onto the main road, his phone began to vibrate.