"Mom, it''s gettingte. We should go in. What if we''rete and God gets upset?” Bet, tired of the lecture, opened the car door for Emma.


    Emma gave him a sharp look before stepping out of the car in her high heels.


    “That starlet.......” Emma couldn''t stop herself, but Bet cut her off.


    "Mom, I know what I''m doing." Bet took Emma''s arm, and they walked toward the temple entrance.


    "You''d better," Emma huffed.


    Mercy Temple was always bustling with worshippers, and today being the fifteenth of the month, it was even more crowded.


    Emma entered the main hall, lit arge stick of incense, and knelt in pious prayer.


    Bet had never been a believer in gods or deities, but since Yvonne''s return, he was willing to believe in the idea of past and future lives.


    He stood behind Emma, looking up at thepassionate face of the statue.


    After her prayers, Emma stood up with Bet''s help.


    Bet handed a signed check as a donation.


    Seeing this, Emma smiled slightly. "I thought you didn''t believe in this sort of thing."


    "I do now,” Bet shrugged, half-joking. “If I donate more, maybe God will bless you with a grandchild sooner."


    "Stop fooling around," Emma chided. "If she actually gives birth to a son, I won''t treat her poorly. Whether she wants money or shares in thepany, the choice is hers."


    Bet just smiled without replying.


    He wasn''t particrly fixated on having children. Whether Yvonne wanted to have them, or when she wanted to, was entirely up to her.


    Bet apanied Emma out of the main hall, walking slowly toward the exit. As they walked, he spoke.


    “I heard from my secretary that Eden''s illegitimate son has caused trouble again?" "There was a murder on that plot ofnd in Riverbend yesterday. It looks like both the demolition and construction will have to be postponed," Bet said dismissively.


    Emma snorted. "So it was a murder. The way that old woman was carrying on again, demanding the new energypany under the Thompson Group."


    Bet asked, "Did Dad agree?"


    "How could he?" Emma scoffed.


    The transportationpany was establishedter and operated independently, with weak ties to the Thompson Group. That was why Frank had the authority to spint off to Eden.


    But the otherpanies were directly controlled by the Thompson Group and were


    Bet''s assets. Not even Frank had the right to touch them.


    "If Dad didn''t agree, did she keep making a scene?"


    "She was rushed to the emergency room against night. That illegitimate son called your father,


    but hen''t answer, Emma


    sneered. "Cry wolf too many times, and nobody believes you anymore."


    Mrs. Thompson Sr.''s go-to tactic for manipting Frank was to get sick and pretend


    she was dying. After all these years, she was still alive and well.


    She had pulled that stunt so many times that Frank had grown tired of it.


    Besides, yesterday was Frank and Emma''s wedding anniversary.


    "Why wasn''t there a celebration for the anniversary this time?" Bet asked.


    "It''s better to wait. A celebration


    while she''s in the hospital would


    raise eyebrows Besides, we have celebration every year, and entertaining all those guests gets tiresome," Emma exined


    “Right. A wedding anniversary should be a private celebration for two," Bet nodded.


    "At our age, what ''private celebration''? You know your father. Besides giving expensive gifts, he''s not very creative."


    Though her words wereining, her eyes were filled with warmth.