After dawn, military leaders began to arrive one after another.


    Bet held a high rank in the army, and since he was injured in the line of duty, it was standard for his superiors to visit.


    Moreover, he was Mr. Thompson Sr.''s grandson and the heir to the wealthy Thompson family. An incident involving him on a mission was a major event.


    In addition to the military leaders, Tobias and Noah also arrived, waiting outside the operating room.


    “Bet is a good man; he''ll pull through,” said a high-ranking officer from Bet''s unit, an old subordinate of Mr. Thompson Sr. and a formerrade of Tobias.


    "How has the old man been? Maybe we should keep this from him for now, to spare him the worry."


    Tobias shook his head. "There''s no hiding it from him. He already knows. His blood pressure has been a bit hightely. It took a lot of convincing to keep him froming here himself."


    “Bet is the grandson he values most,” the officer said with a sigh.


    "The old man has seen it all in his lifetime. He''ll be fine," Tobias said, though his expression betrayed his own concern.


    The surgery didn''t end untilte morning.


    The light above the operating room door suddenly went out, a moment that felt almost surreal.


    The doors opened, and a surgeon wearing a sterile mask walked out first.


    The crowd immediately surged forward. They were all prominent figures, and the doctor instinctively took a step back.


    Yvonne was stuck at the back, watching the doctor with bated breath, terrified of what he might say.


    "Doctor, how is my son?" Frank was the first to ask, while the others remained silent.


    The surgeon removed his mask, his face looking worn. His hair was damp with sweat after nearly ten hours of surgery.


    "The bullet has been removed. But he is not out of danger yet. We''ll need to continue monitoring him."


    With that, the doctor instructed the medical staff to transfer Bet to the ICU.


    The Intensive Care Unit prohibited family visits, so Yvonne could only wait outside the doors.


    "Ms. Jones, you haven''t rested all night. Please go to a hotel and get some sleep,” Simon said, approaching her.


    Yvonne''s eyes were bloodshot fromck of sleep. She looked up at


    "No, thank you, I''m not tired


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    "Then at least have something to eat," Simon offered, cing a bag of breakfast on the chair next to her.


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    "Thank you," Yvonne said politely, ncing at the bag but not moving to touch it. She remained sitting


    rigidly in her chair.


    Unable to persuade her, Simon sighed and walked away.


    Bet remained in the ICU for three days, unconscious.


    There was a constant stream of people outside the unit''s doors: members of the Thompson family soldiers and leaders from the militarying to pay their


    respects and medica theiet


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    in from all over the country.


    But Bet never woke up, and he never left the ICU.


    In stark contrast to the gloom hanging over the Thompson family, the Walker family was in high spirits.


    That weekend, their dining table wasden with delicious food and expensive red wine.


    "Mr. Walker, a toast to you," Eden said, personally pouring Vincent a ss of wine with an air of profound respect.


    Tim''s ident had unexpectedly solidified Vincent''s resolve to eliminate Bet, removing a major thorn in his side.


    Without Bet, Eden would be the Thompson family''s only son, and everything they owned would be his.