After Yvonne''s injury, the show''s director, the other guests, and the cameraman she had saved all came to visit. The hospital room was overflowing with flowers, fruit baskets, and other get-well gifts.


    Bet rummaged through a fruit basket, picked out a bright red apple, and began peeling it with a small knife.


    When he finished, Yvonne reached for it, but Bet yfully dodged her hand and took a bite himself.


    "Bet, how can you bully a patient!" Yvonne pouted, her lips full and red.


    Bet chuckled and held the apple to her lips.


    Yvonne opened her mouth wide and took a big bite right where he had.


    "It''s pretty sweet," she said, then took another bite.


    "You can eat and drink just fine. I guess the injury isn''t too serious," Bet said with augh, handing her the rest of the apple.


    "I hurt my leg, not my mouth. My appetite is perfectly fine," Yvonne said, munching on the apple. "Ben, I''m craving tiramisu."


    "Alright, I''ll go get it now. What am I going to do with you?" Bet tossed the knife back into the fruit bowl, stood up, and headed out.


    There were no bakeries near the hospital, so Bet had to drive across two city blocks to find the tiramisu Yvonne wanted.


    He drove back to the hospital and carried the cake box into the elevator.


    The hospital was busy in the morning, and the elevator stopped at several floors before finally reaching the VIP ward.


    As Bet stepped out of the elevator, he saw a familiar figure down the hall.


    Seeing Mr. Walker in a suburban hospital was certainly suspicious.


    Bet hesitated for a moment, then decided to follow him.


    He trailed Mr. Walker down the corridor to a high-end private room at the very end.


    Mr. Walker pushed the door open


    and went inside. As the door swung shut, Bet caught a fleeting glimpse of a woman sitting on the bed lying on her side her face obscured from view.


    “Excuse me, who are you looking for? Why are you loitering outside a patient''s room?" a nurse asked as she walked over.


    "I was buying a cake for my girlfriend and forgot her room number," Bet exined smoothly. "I think this is the one?"


    He made a move to push the door open but was stopped by the nurse.


    "The patient in this room is a pregnant, middle-aged woman. She''s definitely not your girlfriend," the nurse said.


    "Oh, sorry, my mistake,” Bet said, pulling out his phone. "I''ll just call my girlfriend and ask."


    He held his phone to his ear and walked back down the hallway.


    The nurse watched him go, then went about her business.


    Bet returned to Yvonne''s room, carrying the box of tiramisu.


    Yvonne was sitting on the edge of the bed, swinging her heavily casted leg back and forth out of boredom.


    "What took you so long to buy one piece of cake? Bet, I was about to wither away waiting for you."


    Bet let out a faint smile and handed her the box. “Here you go, my little foodie." Yvonne opened the box and began eating the cake with a small spoon.


    Bet sat down in the chair beside the bed and said casually, "I just saw Vincent in the hallway."


    "Mr. Walker? What would he be doing here?"


    "I think April might be pregnant. The city hospitals are too crowded with prying eyes, so he probably stashed her in a suburban hospital to rest," Bet spected.


    “A public official, openly keeping a mistress and having an illegitimate child. Vincent


    really thinks he''s above thew," Yvonne scoffed.


    "People who do evil will eventually bring about their own destruction He''ll pay for his actions sooner orter Bet said, standing up to pour her a ss of warm water.