Emma retorted, "Call the police? Fine. The matter of you harming Bet should indeed be properly investigated by the police."


    Mrs. Thompson Sr.''s expression clearly became flustered. A guilty conscience needs no user.


    "Don''t talk nonsense! What proof do you have that I harmed that bastard Bet? Maybe heaven itself finds you and your son displeasing and hase to im you."


    The more guilty she felt, the more self-righteous she acted.


    Hearing this, Emma pped her again without hesitation.


    "You old hag, if you dare curse my son again, I''ll rip your mouth off. Your old life isn''t worth much, but you still have these two little bastards. If anything happens to my son, I''ll kill them both to apany him."


    Mrs. Thompson Sr.''s face was swollen from the ps.


    She was his mother, after all. Frank couldn''t help but feel a pang of pity and tried to mediate. "Emma, calm down. There''s really no evidence that Mom or Eden had anything to do with what happened to Bet."


    "Frank, you''re still defending them!" Emma angrily shook off Frank''s hand. "That bastard is the biggest beneficiary of Bet''s ident. You''re telling me they had nothing to do with it? Do you believe that?"


    For a moment, Frank''s face darkened, and he said nothing.


    He had also suspected his mother and Eden, but there was indeed no proof.


    Seeing Frank''s silence, Eden immediately yed the victim. "Dad, I''m your son too. Can''t you choose to believe me? Why have you always treated me and Bet so differently? Your blood runs in my veins too."


    "Want to know why? Because your mother is a slut who climbed into my husband''s bed. You are an unwanted bastard who should never have been born. What right do you have topare yourself to Bet?"


    Emma sneered.


    "Emma, that''s enough," Frank said, embarrassed and mortified.


    "What, you can do all sorts of filthy things, but now you''re afraid of me talking about it? Frank, you''re rotten to the core Just looking at you makes me sick.


    With that, Emma turned and hurried upstairs.


    The m of her door was loud enough to be heard clearly downstairs.


    Eden helped Mrs. Thompson Sr. back into her wheelchair. She clutched her chest, groaning in pain.


    "Look at the fine wife you married!


    ét


    So disrespectful, daring to raise a


    hand against her mother-inw


    Divorce her! Divorce her right now, or Twon''t be able to rest in peace."


    Frank didn''t speak, but instead stared at her with a sharp, profound gaze.


    The look made her hair stand on end.


    Frank said, "Mom, what happened to Bet had better have nothing to do with you. Otherwise, you won''t have to wait for Emma. I''ll finish you myself."


    "You... you unfilial son," Mrs. Thompson Sr. said, clutching her chest with one hand and pointing a trembling finger at Frank with the other.


    "Grandma, don''t get worked up. The doctor said you can''t get agitated, or something might happen," Eden said nervously before turning to Frank.


    "Dad, please stop upsetting her. The doctor said she doesn''t have much time left..."


    ?


    "Butler, take the old madam back to the nursing home. I wouldn''t want her to die here then I''d truly be unfifial, Frank cut Eden off coldly instructing the butler. He then turned and headed upstairs.


    He went to Emma''s bedroom door and knocked several times, but there was no answer.


    "Emma, I''ve had the butler send them away. Have you had dinner? Should I have the maids make you a special broth?" Frank said, softening his tone.