Eden held up his ss, clinked it against Vincent''s, and drank it down in one go.


    As Eden and Vincent drank, Mrs. Walker used serving utensils to ce food on their tes.


    "Eden, now that the obstacle is gone, shouldn''t you and Ynda start nning the wedding?" Mrs. Walker asked as she served the food.


    “You''re right,” Eden nodded with a smile. “As soon as my father returns from Chano, I''ll bring up my marriage to Ynda with him."


    Mrs. Walker asked, "Mr. Thompson isn''t back yet?"


    Eden replied, “Bet was shot in the chest and is still in aa. He''s lying in the ICU and hasn''t been dered out of danger. I expect my father wille back once Bet finally kicks the bucket.”


    "Good," Vincent nodded. April''s cousin, a soldier, had proven to be very reliable. A bullet through the chest would either kill a man or leave him crippled.


    Now, Frank only had Eden as a son. He had no other choice; the Thompson Group would have to be inherited by Eden.


    And if the Thompson Group belonged to Eden, it might as well belong to the Walker family.


    At his age, Vincent had no intention of quietly waiting for retirement. Besides, with a son on the way, he wanted to pave a path for him.


    But climbing higher required immense financial backing. With the Thompson Group in his grasp, he would never have to worry about money again.


    Bet''s misfortune was a source of great satisfaction for Eden and the entire Walker family.


    Only Ynda remained silent, picking at her food.


    She seemedpletely detached from the conversation between her parents and Eden.


    When she first heard the news about Bet, she felt a sense of vindication. After all, she had never gotten over the fact that Bet had fallen for that little tramp Yvonne and dumped her.


    But soon after, a wave of sadness washed over her. It was the same feeling she''d had when she learned Oscar had died.


    After all, she had genuinely loved Bet once.


    After the meal, Vincent called Eden into his study.


    Bet wasn''t even dead yet, but Vincent and Eden were already


    eagerly plotting how to carvel


    Thompson Group


    Ynda sat with Mrs. Walker in the living room, watching television.


    Mrs. Walker sipped her tea elegantly and tried to make conversation, but Ynda waspletely unresponsive.


    "Ynda? Ynda?" Seeing her staring into space, Mrs. Walker waved a hand in front of her face.


    “Mom, what is it?" Ynda snapped back to reality, looking at her mother.


    "What are you thinking about? You didn''t hear a word I said."


    "What did you say?"


    Mrs. Walker sighed and repeated herself. "Now that Bet''s life is hanging by a thread, the Thompson family will be Eden''s sooner orter. I spoke with the doctorst time, and he said you''ve recovered well and there''s no reasoft you can''t have children. You need to have a child with Eden as soon as possible. In the future, the Thompson fortune will belong to you and your child."


    Mrs. Walker spoke with heartfelt earnestness, but her words fell on deaf ears.


    "Mom, can you please stop pressuring me? I''ve told you so many times I don''tlike Eden and certainly don''t want to have his children."


    "Ynda, why are you being so stubborn? Everything I say is for your own good!" Mrs. Walker said, exasperated.


    "He''s not good to me, Mom! I don''t want to marry him!" Ynda retorted, her own anger rising.


    "He''s not good to you? Did he hurt you?" Mrs. Walker asked with concern.


    But no matter how much she pressed, Ynda couldn''t bring herself to exin how Eden had hurt her.