The hospital entrance was already bustling with people. Mrs. Walker''smotion quickly drew a crowd of onlookers. When they recognized Yvonne as a celebrity, even more people gathered, many pulling out their phones to record the scene.


    Yvonne subconsciously lowered her head to avoid the crowd, but in the next moment, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into a protective embrace. When he saw the red handprint on her cheek, his eyes turned crimson.


    "Who gave you the right to touch her?" Bet''s eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Mrs. Walker, his gaze sharp enough to tear her apart.


    "What? One p and you''re heartbroken? You really care about this vixen, don''t you? But my daughter, my daughter is lying in the emergency room, fighting for her life!"


    Mrs. Walker shrieked hysterically.


    "A person like Ynda would never have the guts to actually die," Bet tossed out coldly before bending down and lifting Yvonne into his arms.


    He carried her back to the car and settled her in the seat, his touch gentle and full of heartache as he carefully caressed her slightly swollen cheek.


    His already eyes deepened several shades, as if stained with ink, looking utterly terrifying.


    "Can you drive yourself home?" Bet asked, handing her the car keys.


    "Yeah," Yvonne nodded. It was just a p; she wasn''t that fragile.


    "Go back to Cherry Bay. I''lle find youter,” Bet added. “I''ll handle everything else, don''t worry."


    With so many people watching and filming outside the hospital, the scandal of popr young actress Yvonne being a homewrecker would probably be trending online before morning.


    But with Bet here, he would never let her be tarnished by such usations. After his instructions, he reached over and fastened her seatbelt.


    Yvonne looked up at him, hesitating for a moment before asking, "Will Ynda... be okay?"


    "She will," Bet replied unequivocally. Then, he closed the car door for her. Yvonne drove away. Mrs. Walker tried to stop the car, but Bet blocked her path. "That''s enough, Mrs. Walker."


    Mrs. Walker was about to start cursing again when the doors to the emergency room swung open, and a doctor and nurse wheeled Ynda out.


    "Ynda!" Mrs. Walker abandoned everything else and rushed inside.


    "Ynda, Ynda, how are you? Don''t scare me. It''s all my fault, I


    didn''t take good care of you," Mrs


    Walker said, her voice choked with


    Walker


    sobs as she tightly held Ynda''s hand.


    Ynda was awake, but she didn''t look at her mother. Instead, her tear-filled eyes were fixed on Bet.


    Bet, however, didn''t approach. He stood calmly, speaking with the doctor.


    "Fortunately, she was brought in just in time. She''s not in any serious danger. But she''ll need to be


    admitted for observation for a


    couple of days. The family capel


    handle the admission procedures the doctor said, mstructing a nurse to write up the admission form.


    Bet took the form from the nurse, a faint, cold smile ying on his lips.


    Just in time? Whether it was the timing of her arrival or the timing of her slitting her


    wrists, only Ynda herself truly knew.


    Bet handled the hospital


    admission for Ynda. When heet


    returned to her room, he found Mr. and Mrs. Walker and Emma gathered around her bed.