She sighed, her voice softening. "I can''t be bothered with you. Just drink the soup. I have afternoon tea with some friendster and can''t stay here all day."


    Bet picked up the bowl and began sipping the soup. "You''re not meeting with that Mrs. Zade again, are you?" he asked. "I''d advise you to stay away from her. She''s a bad influence."


    "What nonsense. Mrs. Zade and I have been friends for years, and Mignon is a delightful girl. They''ve been visiting me often to offer support ever since they heard about your ident."


    Emma retorted.


    Just as Bet wouldn''t listen to Emma, she wouldn''t listen to him.


    Bet didn''t want to waste his breath. "Fine. Whatever makes you happy," he said simply.


    After watching Bet finish a small bowl of soup, Emma left, satisfied.


    As she left the room, she ran into Yvonne in the hallway.


    Yvonne was holding arge bouquet of flowers, a smile lighting up her eyes. A girl in her early twenties, so fresh and vibrant, her smile was dazzling. It was no wonder Bet liked her.


    "Mrs. Moore." Yvonne''s demeanor became more reserved upon seeing Emma. "Hmm," Emma acknowledged with a curt nod before walking past her.


    Yvonne had always known Emma disliked her. It was true then, and it was true now. She was used to it and didn''t let it bother her. She couldn''t please everyone.


    Yvonne carried the flowers and hurried into the room.


    "You''re back?" Bet smiled at her.


    "Mmm-hmm," Yvonne nodded, walking over to the windowsill with the flowers.


    There was an empty ss vase on the sill. Yvonne unwrapped the bouquet and began arranging the flowers in it, one by one.


    She hummed a cheerful tune as she worked.


    Bet sat on the bed, his gaze soft as he watched her. The sunlight bathed her in a warm glow.


    "Why are you staring at me like that?" Yvonne asked, turning to him after she finished with the flowers.


    "Vonnie, let''s get married," Bet said suddenly.


    Yvonne paused for a second, then broke into a smile and nodded. "Okay."


    Years ago, they were on the verge of marriage, but Yvonne took an undercover assignment and was presumed dead in a fire.


    This time, Bet was shot and nearly lost his life.


    After two near-death experiences, Yvonne hade to a realization. You never know if tomorrow wille so if there''s something. you want to do or someone you want to be with, you shouldn''t wait. You


    shouldn''t live with regrets.


    Bet hadn''t expected her to agree so quickly. He looked at her, slightly stunned, then chuckled softly.


    "I thought you might say no. After all,


    I haven''t prepared anything this time


    either no romantic proposal, no guests. You even bought the flowers yourself."


    "That''s okay. As long as there''s a ring,"


    Hin said, walking over to..


    hip and holding out her band, her eyes fixed on his chest.


    Bet smiled and took the chain from around his neck. A sparkling diamond ring hung from it.


    When he was unconscious, Yvonne had washed him every day. She must have seen the ne then.


    Bet took Yvonne''s hand and slipped the ring onto the fourth finger of her right hand.