After hanging up, he grabbed his clean clothes and headed into the bathroom.


    Once he had showered and changed, Bet found his car keys and left in a hurry.


    The drive from the military base to the airport was at least an hour.


    By the time Bet''s car reached the airport, Emma''s flight had justnded.


    He waited by his car for a few minutes before spotting her emerging from a private


    exit, wearing sunsses. She was nked by her agent, assistants, and


    bodyguards a formidable entourage.


    "Mom," Bet said, walking up to greet her.


    "Mm," Emma nodded, striding toward the car in her high heels.


    Bet opened the passenger door for her. The SUV was high off the ground, and Emma was wearing a long dress, so he helped her get in.


    Emma''s own van had already pulled up, and her staff all piled into it.


    As Bet''s car slowly pulled away from the curb, the van followed closely behind.


    "Should I take you home or to the office?" Bet asked, his hands on the steering wheel.


    The Thompson Group owned an entertainmentpany, originally founded by Frank as a gift for his wife. Backed by the family''s immense capital, it had grown into an industry leader over the years.


    Emma took off her sunsses and looked at her son. "To the hospital."


    Bet gripped the steering wheel, a look of confusion in his deep-set eyes.


    "Ynda hasn''t been well since her suicide attempt. Her health was already fragile, and the depression is only making it worse. Mrs. Walker called me yesterday to say she''s been hospitalized again. I cut my trip short specifically toe back and see her."


    Emma exined, but Bet seemed not to hear, his focus fixed on the road ahead.


    The drive from the airport to the city''s central hospital took nearly two hours.


    When the ck Mercedes-Benz pulled up to the entrance, Bet didn''t get out He turned to Emma


    and said you go on up park! car."


    "No, I''ll go with you," Emma said, not budging from her seat.


    the


    "Are you afraid I''ll run off?" Bet asked, his tone halfway between a joke and resignation.


    "You''ve done it before. I don''t trust you anymore," Emma scoffed.


    Years


    Yol after the first Yvonne''s


    and before he started dating


    Ynda, Emma had tried to


    upon a blind date Cont


    to swn?vels


    She had lured him there under the guise of a reunion with old friends. When Bet realized what was happening, he used the excuse. parking the car to slip away.


    Once bitten, twice shy. Emma had learned her lesson.


    of


    Bet drove the car into the hospital''s underground garage, and then he and Emma took the direct elevator upstairs.


    Ynda was in the private wing for internal medicine, which housed the best medical staff.


    As Bet followed Emma into the ward, they ran into the attending physician, who had just finished his rounds.


    "Mrs. Thompson, Mr. Bet Thompson," the doctor in the white coat greeted them politely.


    "How is Ynda?" Emma stopped to ask about her condition.


    "Ms. Walker had a full check-up yesterday. We''ll have the results today," the doctor replied.


    "Bet, go with the doctor and get her test results," Emma instructed instinctively.


    Bet nodded and followed the doctor out of the room.