"Did I interrupt a date, calling you over so suddenly?" Bruce asked abruptly, sipping his drink.


    Bet''s hand, holding his utensils, paused. He looked at Bruce, confused as to how he knew.


    Bruce chuckled, ncing at him. “I may be old, but I''ve been around. You were in such a hurry when you left her that your buttons weren''t even done up properly."


    Bet instinctively reached for the cor of his shirt, his fingers brushing against his neck.


    He didn''t need a mirror to know Yvonne had left a mark. She had probably done it on purpose.


    A faint smile touched his lips, softening his entire expression.


    Seeing this, Bruce smiled and nodded. "Looks like wedding bells might be in the future."


    Bet didn''t reply, but his smile was a silent confirmation. Seeing Bruce''s empty ss, he picked up the bottle and refilled it.


    Bruce took a drink before returning to the Walker case.


    "With Tim''s arrest, this line of investigation into the smuggling will probably go cold. Vincent will only be more cautious from now on. He''s been operating in Istra for years; getting ahold of anything incriminating on him will be incredibly difficult."


    Bet listened in silence, his expression grim.


    "Starting with Colin''s case, the Gonzalez, Spencer, and Rogers families have all fallen, yet Vincent is still breaking thew-smuggling, trafficking, treating human lives as if they were nothing. The Walker family is a cancer. If we don''t bring them to justice, who knows how many more people will be harmed," Brucemented, the seasoned detective in him sighing with frustration.


    “Bet,” Bruce said suddenly, clutching his ss, “Leonard''s daughter, Flora... was she killed because of Ynda?"


    Yvonne had died in the line of duty, and for years, Bruce had never stopped investigating her case.


    With the downfall of the Spencer and Rogers families, the truth was slowlying to light.


    When the Rogers family copsed and their organ trafficking scandal was exposed, Bruce''s sharp instincts had immediately drawn a line between Ynda and Flora.


    The timing of Ynda''s kidney transnt almost perfectly matched Flora''s death. Further investigation revealed that both women had the same rare blood type.


    Bet looked at Bruce. He didn''t have to answer; his expression said it all.


    Bruce''s suspicions were confirmed. He nodded heavily. "Flora was pregnant when she died. Oscar was a monster, willing to sacrifice his own wife and child. Thank God he parents don''t know the truth The guilt would destroy them."


    Flora had been a model daughter, obedient and dutiful her whole life. Her education,


    her career, her marriage—all were arranged by her parents.


    Oscar had been hand-picked by Moores. The Rogers were a


    prestigious family, one of itstrate four great ns, and Oscar was young, sessful, handsome, and talented.


    The perfect marriage they had envisioned for their daughter had ultimately led to her death.


    Bet remained silent, his eyes dark and frighteningly deep. He lifted his ss and downed the liquor in one go.


    The fiery liquid burned its way down his throat, finally managing to quell the rage simmering inside him.


    Oscar was dead, but it wasn''t enough. The Walker family, and Ynda, would all pay the price.


    "Bet, were you dating Ynda to investigate Flora''s death?" Bruce asked suddenly.


    Bet''s hand flinched. He met Bruce''s gaze. Even with the alcohol, Bruce''s eyes were as sharp as ever.


    "Nothing gets past you, sir,” Bet admitted frankly.