"Yes. You had a high feverst night. It''s a good thing we got you here when we did,


    or it could have put a strain on your delicate heart."


    Bet reached out and gently stroked Yvonne''s head.


    Yvonne''s face was pale, and she still looked extremely weak.


    "I had a fever?" Yvonne frowned. "It must have been from that scene in the water yesterday. Ugh, this body is just so fragile."


    "And you have the nerve to say that, after being so careless with your health," Bet said, putting on a stern face.


    Yvonne stuck her tongue out yfully and didn''t offer an exnation.


    Just then, her assistant pushed open the door to the hospital room and, overhearing their conversation, couldn''t help but speak up for Yvonne.


    "Yvonne''s seriously ill with a persistent high fever, and it''s all Mignon''s fault. Yvonne had a scene in the water, and Mignon deliberately messed up her lines, making Yvonne stay in the cold water for over half an hour. If Mr. Bet Thompson hadn''t realized she was unconscious, not just asleep, she could have developed myocarditis. That''s life-threatening."


    "Mignon again?" Bet''s eyebrows shot up coldly when he heard this.


    Yvonne''s fever had broken, and though she was still weak, she had been lying down


    all night and her body felt stiff. She forced herself to sit up in bed.


    “That Mignon is definitely a pain. But I pushed her into the water too and let her ssh around for a while, so I''d say we''re even.”


    Bet reached out and ruffled Yvonne''s hair. "You''re far too precious to bepared to someone like her. That''s not how you calcte whether you''re even or not."


    “Isn''t she the daughter-inw Mrs. Moore picked out for you? In everyone else''s eyes, she''s worth much more than I am."


    As soon as Yvonne finished speaking, Bet yfully tapped the tip of her nose with his long finger.


    "I watched over you all night, and the moment you wake up, you start with the sarcastic remarks just to annoy me."


    "No, I''m not. Thank you for taking care of me all night, Bet. You must be exhausted." Yvonne took his hand and pressed it against her cheek, her voice soft and coddling.


    Bet was helpless against her charms and simply stroked her head gently.


    The assistant brought over some warm, nourishing soup. Bet sat by the bed and fed Yvonne himself.


    Yvonne ate in small bites, but only managed half a bowl.


    Her fever had just broken, leaving her weak, and her throat was painfully sore. She had no appetite at all.


    Bet''s heart ached for her, and


    his expression darkened. After


    Yvonne the soup, heel


    her some medicine.


    Yvonne''s head was still fuzzy and heavy, and it wasn''t long before she drifted back to sleep.


    Once Yvonne was sound asleep, Bet gave the assistant a few instructions before stepping out of the room.


    Outside the room stood the


    bodyguards assigned to Bet by


    the Thompson family. Their leader


    was a man of medium build so remarkable that he would disappear in a crowd.


    But this unassuming man was a former elite special forces operative.


    Bet paused as he stepped out of the room, and the head bodyguard immediately approached him.


    Bet whispered a few instructions in his ear. The bodyguard listened, nodded, and then left.


    Watching the bodyguard''s retreating figure, Bet''s dark eyes narrowed coldly.


    "Since the Powell family has so much time on their hands, I''ll give them something to do."


    Bet had to return to the military base that morning, so he had to leave.


    As he was


    on his


    aking past the VIP ward


    out, he saw Mignon.


    being rushed in on a stretcher with


    doctors hurrying to treat her


    Nelly followed beside her, a look of panic on her face.