"You''re back. A bit early today," Monica said, immediately going to her husband, taking his coat, and hanging it on the rack.


    "How many days has it been since you slept? Your eyes are all bloodshot," Monica said, her tone a mix of concern and helplessness. "Go wash your hands. Let''s eat first."


    "Okay,” Bruce replied, heading to the washroom. After washing his hands, he returned to his seat.


    Once everyone was present, they began to eat.


    Bet casually picked up a piece of eggnt and ced it in Yvonne''s bowl. Yvonne immediately took a bite, her pretty eyes squinting in delight at the taste.


    Monica saw this and was so stunned that her fork ttered onto the table. For a fleeting moment, it was as if she was seeing her own daughter through this other face.


    "What''s wrong? You''re a grown woman, and you can''t even hold your utensils steady,” Bruce said. He was so exhausted he could barely keep his eyes open, so he hadn''t noticed Monica''s reaction, only the sound of the fork dropping.


    Yvonne, however, noticed Monica''s strange expression and asked carefully, "Mrs. Jones, are you not feeling well?”


    "No, I''m fine," Monica shook her head,posing herself and picking up her fork again.


    Bet remained silent, but he had taken in everyone''s expression.


    He knew why Monica had reacted that way. Because they were family, even with a different face, many of Yvonne''s habits, expressions, and even small mannerisms remained unchanged.


    If the idea of reincarnation weren''t so unbelievable, Monica would have likely recognized her own daughter by now.


    Bet said nothing, continuing to put food on Yvonne''s te.


    Monica seemed to have regained herposure and warmly encouraged Yvonne and Bet to eat.


    After dinner, Bruce called Bet upstairs to the study.


    Monica brought two cups of tea upst


    knocked on the study door, ae in."


    sw entered after hearing


    "Have some tea while you talk," Monica said, cing the cups on the coffee table. She couldn''t help but add, "Morgan, don''t talk for too long. Get some rest early. The work will never be finished. You''re not young anymore, you need to take care of your health."


    "Yes, I know," Bruce waved his hand dismissively.


    Monica knew he wouldn''t listen to her. With a helpless sigh, she turned and left.


    After the study door closed, Bruce turned his attention back to Bet.


    Bet had already picked up his cup and was casually sipping it.


    "You must know about the case in Riverbend," Bruce said, taking a sip of his tea. "Yes," Bet nodded.


    Since the crime had urred on Thompson family territory, Bet had been keeping an eye on it.


    "Do you think this case might have something to do with your family?” Bruce asked suddenly.


    Bet''s hand paused, and he narrowed his eyes.


    Bruce frowned, his eyes filled with fatigue, but his gaze was as sharp as ever.


    "Mr. Jones, I''m not sure I follow," Bet said, his fingers gently rubbing the rim of the cup. His ey were as inscrutable as always, revealing no hint of his thoughts.