Although Frank disliked Eden, he was still his biological son, and he couldn''tpletely ignore him.


    Frank had paid for all of Noah''s wedding expenses. Money wasn''t an issue for Frank, so he decided to treat Eden like any other junior family member. Once he was married, Frank wouldn''t have to worry about him anymore.


    "Noah is the son of the main branch, and that couple is broke. That''s why they were so stingy with a ten-million gift. Eden is your biological son! The Thompson family will be his one day. His wedding has to be grand, so everyone in Istra knows that Eden is the future heir of the Thompson family."


    Mrs. Thompson Sr. said excitedly.


    "Who says the Thompson family belongs to Eden! The only heir to the Thompson family is Bet," Frank dered loudly.


    "Don''t think we don''t know. Bet is half-dead in the ICU and could breathe hisst at any moment. You''ll only have Eden left. Of course, everything in the Thompson family will be his. Frank, Eden is the only son you have left! In the future, he''ll be the only one to take care of you in your old age!"


    Mrs. Thompson Sr. said as if it were a matter of course.


    Bet''s condition was kept secret, so Mrs. Thompson Sr. and Eden both assumed his injuries were fatal and were just waiting for him to die.


    After hearing his mother''s words, Frank''s face turned ashen with anger, and his body trembled uncontrobly. Just as he was about to erupt, he saw Emma striding in on her high heels.


    She walked right up to Mrs. Thompson Sr. and, without a word, raised her hand and pped her hard across the face, nearly knocking her out of the wheelchair.


    "You old hag, how dare you curse my son to die! I''ll kill you first and send you to hell!"


    Emma went berserk, grabbing Mrs. Thompson Sr. by the hair, pping, punching, and kicking her.


    "Ah! You dare hit me! Emma, you bitch, how dare you strike your mother-inw! Aren''t you afraid of divine retribution?" Mrs. Thompson Sr. copsed on the floor,


    "You''re the one who''ll face divine retribution, you old witch! Don''t think I don''t know. You must be the ones. who harmed Bet. I''m telling you," when I find evidence, I''ll destroy you!"


    "Ah, stop hitting me! Frank, Eden, help!" Mrs. Thompson Sr. was being beaten so


    badly she could barely breathe.


    Seeing this, Eden rushed forward to intervene.


    "Let go of my grandmother!" Eden shoved Emma hard.


    The push sent Emma stumbling, and she fell to the floor.


    "Emma!" Frank saw what happened and immediately went to help her up.


    Emma, looking disheveled from the fall, pointed a finger at Eden''s face and yelled, "My son isn''t dead yet, and you, you little bastard, are already eager to seize the


    Thompson family''s fortune tet me tell you, dream of I''d rather donate the family''s money than give you a single penny!"


    Eden''s face turned livid. His hands, hanging at his sides, clenched into fists so tight his knuckles cracked.


    But he didn''t dare react in front of Frank.


    Mrs. Thompson Sr. was still slumped on the floor, groaning in pain.


    Eden lifted her from the floor, his eyes filled with worry and concern. "Grandma, how are you? Are you okay?"


    "Do I look okay to you?" Mrs. Thompson Sr. clutched her chest and roared, "That bitch nearly beat me to death! Call the police! Have them take her away and execute her!"