"Vanessa, that''s enough," Eden said, then turned to Bet. “Bet, I know you resent Grandmother for favoring me and Vanessa, but we grew up without a mother, so she naturally doted on us more. No one is perfect, and now that she''s on her deathbed, can''t you find it in your heart to forgive her? She''s had a hard life."


    By the end, Eden''s eyes were red, and his voice was choked with emotion.


    Bet just scoffed, not even bothering to nce at Eden''s performance. Although Eden was an illegitimate son of the Thompson family, he had been born luckier than most, with ess to countless advantages and resources.


    But instead of using his mind for something productive, he had only learned the petty scheming of Mrs. Thompson Sr. and Carol. He reeked of small-mindedness, his ambition far outstripping his ability.


    Eden thought his act of ying the victim was convincing, but Frank had fought his way through the business world for years; he could see right through his intentions. Frank was truly disappointed in this son who could never rise to the asion. "Alright, that''s enough from all of you. Your grandmother is still in intensive care.”


    Vanessa was terrified of her father. After being yelled at by Frank, she quieted down obediently.


    Eden also fell silent, but his downcast eyes were filled with resentment and discontent.


    He and Bet were both his father''s sons, yet Frank always, always sided with Bet.


    "Grandmother is in the ICU tonight, with doctors and nurses looking after her. There''s no point in you staying at the hospital. You should go home and get some rest, otherwise you might fall ill before she does," Bet added.


    Frank wasn''t old, but the years of working day and night to build his business had taken a toll on his health.


    ording to the checkup results, his health has clearly declined.


    Frank could see the concern in his son''s eyes and nodded in appreciation.


    Seeing this, Eden had no choice but


    to chime in, "Dad, you should go home and rest Vanessa and I stay here with Grandma. Well call you if anything happens."


    "Alright," Frank nodded and left with Bet.


    Only after they were gone did Vanessa dare to speak again.


    "Dad is so biased. All he sees is Bet. It''s like everything we say is wrong..."


    "You still have the nerve to


    impatiently. "You should be thinking


    about what we''re going to do when the old hay finally dies Do you want to be exiled abroad again?


    "Didn''t the doctor say Grandma has six more months? That''s plenty of time for you to be the heir of the Thompson family,"


    Vanessa muttered, "And when you do, you have to kick Bet and his mother out


    of the Thompson family and leave them like stray dogs."


    Eden shot her a cold re. "When I''m in charge of the Thompson family, I will make sure that bitch Emma and that bastard Bet suffer."


    Eden''s hands, hanging by his sides, clenched into tight fists.


    ...


    The night was deep.


    Bet''s car sped down the road.


    Simon was driving, with Frank and Bet seated in the back.


    "Why did you have your aide drive today?” Frank asked.


    Bet replied, “I had a few drinks with Mr. Jones."


    Frank nodded in understanding. "Yvonne passed away so many years ago, yet you still haven''t _forgotten her, till paying respect to


    her parents on her behalf. Her spirit in heaven can finally be at peace."