“That little bitch Emma, always so high and mighty, looking down on us country folk. Now her only son is dying. That woman won''t even have anyone to mourn her when she''s dead. It''s truly gratifying, hahaha.”


    "Grandma, what''s so funny?" Eden asked with a smile as he pushed the door open and walked in.


    "We were just talking about that unlucky brat Bet, guessing when he''s finally going to kick the bucket,” Vanessa said, covering her mouth as sheughed.


    Vanessa and her brother Eden, being illegitimate children, had always been treated as inferior to Bet. They had been waiting for him to die for a long time.


    "It shouldn''t be long now," Eden said, pulling a chair over to Mrs. Thompson Sr.''s bedside. He crossed his legs, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.


    "Experts from all over have flown to Chano, but it''s no use. Grandpa flew over this morning too, probably to see Bet onest time. Otherwise, he''d be looking at a corpse."


    Mrs. Thompson Sr. nodded, her eyes filled with satisfaction. "Once Bet is dead, you''ll be your father''s sole heir. Ah, even if this old body of mine were to die now, I could rest in peace. When I see your mother in the afterlife, I''ll have something good to tell her."


    "Eden made the right choice marrying the Walkers'' eldest daughter. Now that he''s Mr. Walker''s son-inw, Mr. Walker will naturally look out for him. Bet offended the Walker family for some actress and ended up losing his life over it. Serves him right," Vanessa added.


    “Grandfather went to Chano? Will they investigate what happened to Bet? Could it be traced back to us?" Mrs. Thompson Sr. suddenly asked, a hint of worry on her face.


    She knew Mr. Thompson Sr. well. If he found out that Eden had orchestrated Bet''s ‘ident,'' he would show no mercy, regardless of family ties. He would never let Eden off the hook.


    "Bet was injured during a mission. What does that have to do with us? Besides, even if they do investigate, it was the Walker family who carried it out. It won''t lead back to us. Don''t worry, Grandma."


    Eden said withplete confidence.


    “Good, that''s good,” Mrs. Thompson Sr. said with augh.


    "With Bet on his deathbed, Grandma''s health has improved by half. The doctor came this morning for a check-up and said her recovery is going very well," Vanessa Chimed in with a smile.


    "Ah, if I can live a few more days, and if I can hold on until Eden has a child of his own, I can truly die- without regrets," Mrs. Thompson Sr. Taking Eden''s hand and


    speaking earnestly. ''


    "Don''t worry, Grandma. Ynda and I are trying. You just focus on getting better, and hopefully, you''ll be holding a great-grandson next year," Eden replied.


    "But I heard Ms. Walker''s health isn''t good. Can she even have children?" Vanessa suddenly asked.


    Eden replied, “She can, it''s just risky. At worst, we save the baby, not the mother. As long as there''s a child with Walker blood, Vincent will have to stay on my side."


    Mrs. Thompson Sr. nodded in


    agreement. "Eden is right. That


    Ynda is not only sickly but she


    just like that bitch Emma. Born into


    good family and acts all high and mighty. If she dies, you can find someone more suitable."


    Mrs. Thompson Sr., Vanessa, and Eden chatted andughed, just short of popping champagne to celebrate.


    ...


    Meanwhile, at the hospital in Chano, Bet had just been moved out of the ICU


    and into a high-dependency ward.