Mrs. Thompson Sr. never imagined Frank would actually disregard her life. She was so angry her eyes nearly rolled back in her head. Eden stood beside her, able to do nothing but watch as Vanessa''s family was forcibly deported.


    "Dad, do you have to do this? Vanessa is your daughter too."


    "Just worry about yourself. If I find out you had anything to do with what happened to Bet, I won''t spare you," Frank said before leaving with his bodyguards.


    Mrs. Thompson Sr. looked half-dead, so Eden had no choice but to take her back to her room.


    Mrs. Thompson Sr. leaned back on the hospital bed, beating her chest and groaning.


    "Eden, your sister... they sent her abroad, just like that. And Andy, my great- grandson."


    "Grandma, don''t be sad. As soon as I be the heir to the Thompson family, the first thing I''ll do is bring Vanessa and Andy back," Edenforted her.


    "Yes, yes, that''s right. Eden, once you''re the heir, you can bring your sister, her husband, and Andy back." Mrs. Thompson Sr. gripped Eden''s hand and asked urgently, "That little monster, Bet, isn''t he dead yet?"


    "Bet has been in the ICU for so long, he''s probably not going to recover. Once he breathes hisst, Dad will only have me. No one but me can inherit the Thompson family''s assets."


    Eden''s expression turned sinister as he gritted his teeth. "I''m just waiting for Dad toe begging me-begging me to inherit the family business, begging me to take care of him in his old age."


    Eden was not in a good mood when he left the nursing home.


    His car, a ck Mercedes with tinted windows, was parked at the entrance.


    Eden opened the door and got in. In the back seat sat a beautiful young woman in a short red skirt, with long legs and a curvy figure.


    As soon as Eden was inside, the woman coiled around him like a snake.


    "Who upset Mr. Monroe? You seem so angry," the woman purred, her hand stroking his chest.


    "Don''t ask questions you shouldn''t. If you know I''m angry, then help me blow off some steam." Eden grabbed her chin and kissed her


    fiercely.


    The car started moving slowly as the woman straddled Eden, moving up and down.


    The car drove through the quiet night,


    the building where Eden:


    how only stoppingBret


    and


    Ynda''s marital home was. maritakbome


    Eden, having straightened his clothes, opened the door and got out.


    The woman in the car rolled down a window and blew him a kiss.


    Eden nced at her once before heading upstairs without a second look.


    Inside their home, Ynda was in her pajamas, watching TV in the living room.


    When Eden walked in, she acted as if she hadn''t seen him and continued flipping through the channels.


    Eden walked over and snatched the remote from her hand. "Didn''t you see mee in? You were much more enthusiastic when you were with Bet


    Ynda looked up at him and sneered. "Eden, you''re just a bastard. What right do you have topare yourself to Bet?"


    The word ''bastard'' clearly struck a nerve. He suddenly lunged, grabbing Ynda''s neck with a fierce grip.


    Ynda''s face turned purple as she iled, hitting and kicking at him.


    "Mr. Monroe, what are you doing? Let go of Miss!" a maid cried out in panic, terrified by the scene.


    Eden regained his senses and slowly loosened his grip, but his eyes remained fixed on her with a vicious re.


    "Of course I can''tpare to Bet. He''s a dead man walking. You just wait to collect his corpse."


    With that, Eden turned and strode upstairs.