Bet''s cold gaze swept over Teresa and Jeffrey beforending on Yvonne.


    Yvonne''s beautiful brow was tightly furrowed, her face pale, looking very ufortable.


    "Get out," Bet said, his voice cold with anger.


    Jeffrey instinctively reached out to pull Teresa, but she stood her ground, testing the waters. “It''s not proper for Mr. Bet Thompson to be alone with Yvonne to take care of her. Yvonne is my biological daughter; I should be the one to stay and look after her."


    Teresa''s intention was obvious: she wanted Bet to admit his rtionship with Yvonne.


    But why should Bet have to prove anything to her?


    He would never entrust Yvonne to a mother who was blind to her own daughter''s pain and difort.


    Perhaps Teresa had truly wanted to be a good mother, but the unchangeable fact was that she didn''t love Yvonne.


    “Get out,” Bet repeated, his voice turning icy.


    Jeffrey was clearly better at reading people than Teresa. He grabbed her arm firmly.


    "Yvonne, I''ll take Mom home now. We''lle to see you again when you''re feeling better."


    With that, Jeffrey started pulling Teresa towards the door, though she was still reluctant.


    "Wait," Yvonne''s voice was hoarse and weak.


    Hearing Yvonne ask them to stay, Teresa stopped and turned to look at her.


    However, Yvonne didn''t look at them. Instead, she frowned with great irritation and said, “Stay away from me. If I ever see you again... I never want to see you again, you''re so annoying."


    The expressions on Teresa''s and Jeffrey''s faces turned stiff and embarrassed.


    Bet didn''t waste any more words on them. He simply closed the door, shutting them out.


    With the door closed, the room was finally quiet.


    Without Teresa''s nagging, Yvonne''splexion already looked much better.


    Bet threw the insted


    container Teresa had brought directly into the trash can Then he opened the food container he had brought back.


    No one knew Yvonne''s tastes better than Bet.


    When she was sick, she couldn''t stomach anything rich or greasy.


    "You must be hungry. Let''s eat," Bet said, holding the bowl and spoon, carefully feeding Yvonne.


    Yvonne obediently let him feed her.


    In the past, when she was sick and had no appetite, it was always Bet who fed her.


    Neither of them mentioned Teresa or Jeffrey again, as if they were just insignificant people.


    Yvonne was still running a low-grade fever and had no real appetite. She only managed half a bowl of, porridge before she couldnteat anymore.


    Shey back weakly on the bed, her eyelids heavy, and soon fell asleep again.


    Perhaps due to the fever, she slept very deeply.


    When she woke up again, it was already the next morning.


    Yvonne had sweated a lot again, but she felt much better than yesterday. The fever was gone, and her head no longer ached.


    Bet was still sitting by her bed in the same clothes as yesterday. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he was sitting upright but with his eyes closed resting


    Yvonne lifted the covers, got out of bed, picked up a thin nket, and gently draped


    it over Bet.


    As a soldier, Bet was extremely alert. Even though Yvonne made very little


    noise getting out of bed, he woke up.


    He grabbed Yvonne''s hand and pulled her into hisp. The nket she was holding slid off them and fell to the floor.