The car sped down the road. Fortunately, the streets were empty, and they arrived at the hospital quickly.


    Bet pulled up to the entrance, handed the keys to Yvonne, and said, "You go home first. Call me when you get there."


    Then he mmed the car door shut and rushed into the hospital.


    Emma was being treated in the emergency room. By the time he arrived, she had already regained consciousness and was being moved to a ward for observation.


    The doctor''s diagnosis was a fainting spell brought on by extreme agitation, nothing life-threatening.


    The real reason Frank had called Bet in such a hurry was that Emma was still furious and wouldn''t let him into her room.


    Frank was pacing anxiously outside the ward, left with no choice but to call his son for help.


    "Bet, you''re here. Go in quickly and see if your mother is feeling any better. And please, try to calm her down. Her health is fragile, getting this angry is bad for her," Frank said, his eyes nearly red with worry.


    "What exactly happened? Why did Mom suddenly copse?" Bet asked, his voice low.


    Frank''s expression soured. Knowing he couldn''t hide it, he told the truth. "You didn''te home tonight, so it was just me and your mother for Christmas. But then your grandmother showed up unexpectedly, and she brought Vanessa Monroe with her. Your mom got into an argument with them and fainted from the anger."


    Bet''s eyes grew cold upon hearing this. Without a word, he pushed open the door to the hospital room.


    The door swung open and shut with a soft thud, leaving Frank outside.


    Inside the room, Emma was sitting up in bed, attended by their housekeeper, Hedy.


    Emma didn''t look seriously ill, just pale and upset.


    "Finally decided to show up? Why not wait until I''m dead, then you cane back for the funeral," Emma snapped, ring at her son.


    "It''s the holidays, don''t say such unlucky things. The doctor said you''re fine, you''ll definitely live


    be


    a hundred," Bet replied, walking


    over to the bedside:


    Hedy immediately pushed a chair over for him.


    "Thank you, Hedy," Bet said politely before sitting down. He then picked up an orange from the fruit bowl and began to peel it.


    "I don''t like oranges," Emma remarked, ncing at him.


    "It''s not for you, I''m eating it myself." Bet separated a segment and popped it into his own mouth.


    The imported mandarin was sweet, tart, and juicy. It was indeed quite good.


    Seeing this, Emma shot him an annoyed look. "I risked my life to give birth to you just so you could piss me off? I would''ve been better off giving birth to a pork roast


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    "A pork roast couldn''t peel an orange for you. Here, try it. It''s sweet and sour, just how you like it." Bet cleanly peeled segment free of any white pith, to Emmas lips.


    Emma huffed but opened her mouth and ate the orange segment.


    The atmosphere in the room softened instantly. Hedy took the opportunity to bring over a bowl of warm, nourishing broth.


    Bet took the bowl and began to feed Emma with a spoon himself.


    Having been rushed to the hospital, Emma hadn''t even had a chance to eat dinner. She was starving, and with Bet feeding her, she managed to finish half the bowl.


    "The moment the young master arrives, Madam is happy again," Hedy said, relieved to see Emma finally eating.


    "What gave you that idea? I''m not happy at all." Emma retorted, though the harsh lines around her own eyes had softened.


    Bet sat by the bed, keeping Emmapany. His phone, which he had ced on the bedside table, buzzed a few times.


    Bet picked it up and saw a text from Yvonne.