"I do like Mignon. But my Bet is very strong-willed; he doesn''t listen to me. He''ll never marry a girl he doesn''t like. However, your Mignon is pretty and smart. If they spend more time together, maybe feelings will develop."


    Nelly nodded eagerly. "That''s what I was thinking too. Emma, we''ve been friends for years, we know each other inside and out. If our families could be joined by marriage, it would be a joyous asion for everyone. Nothing could be better."


    Emma took a sip of tea and gave a nomittal smile.


    Emma and Nelly spent the rest of the day at a beauty salon getting a full spa treatment before heading home in the evening.


    As her car pulled into the vi''s driveway, she noticed another vehicle parked there.


    "That looks like... the old madam''s car." The driver parked in the designated spot and leaned over to look at the car next to them.


    The car beside them was indeed the extended Rolls-Royce that Frank had arranged for Mrs. Thompson Sr.


    Emma got out, nced at the ck Rolls-Royce with a sneer, and then walked towards the vi in her high heels.


    "Ma''am."


    "Ma''am, you''re back."


    "Ma''am."


    As Emma walked into the vi, the staff she passed bowed respectfully and greeted her.


    "Ma''am, the old madam and the young master... oh, no, the old madam and Mr. Monroe are here. They''re in the living room speaking with the master," the butler hurried over and said to Emma in a low voice.


    "Mm. I see. Their timing is perfect," Emma sneered, quickening her pace towards the main hall.


    In the ground-floor hall.


    Mrs. Thompson Sr. was in a wheelchair, which Eden was pushing towards Frank.


    Frank, seated on arge leather sofa, watched them approach and instinctively frowned.


    "What are you doing here? Didn''t I tell you not toe looking for me here?"


    If Emma found out Mrs. Thompson Sr. and Eden were here, she would throw a fit.


    "What? Am I not allowed to visit my own son''s home anymore?" Mrs. Thompson Sr. fumed, thumping her chest. "It''s true what they say, a wife makes a son forget his


    mother 14


    What kind of spell did that bitch


    Emma cast on you to make you disown your own mother?"


    "Grandma, please calm down. The doctor said you shouldn''t get upset," Eden quickly soothed her, then turned to Frank. "Dad, please don''t upset Grandma anymore. You know her health is very poor. She doesn''t have much time left."


    Frank looked at his mother''s old, wrinkled face, and his expression softened. He sighed and asked, "Mom, what did youe here for?"


    Remembering her grandson''s wedding, Mrs. Thompson Sr. managed to suppress her temper and said to Frank, "Eden is getting married. As his father, you have to help him arrange the wedding."


    "Dad, Ynda and I are already


    engaged and have been living


    together for a while. We''re


    each other and


    we''ve decided to build a lifes


    together. Ynda could get O


    pregnant at any time. If we don''t get


    married soon, we can''t let our child be born out of wedlock and get a bad reputation like me," Eden added.


    Frank didn''t really care whether Eden got married or not. If he wanted to, then so be


    it.


    "Since you and Ynda have


    decided, then go ahead," Frank nodded. "When Noah got married, the wedding gift was ten million. We''ll do the same for Eden. You can choose the


    enue yourselves bra.


    wedding nner, and as for the wedding jewelry, gowns, and any other essories, I''ll have my


    secretary arrange them."