"Doctor, what''s wrong with my daughter? Her fever won''t go down, and she seems to bepletely out of it," Nelly asked, grabbing the doctor''s arm.


    "The patient''s high fever was caused by exposure to the cold, and you brought her a bitte. It''s already developed into pneumonia. You should get her admitted,” the doctor said after examining Mignon.


    “Okay, okay, we''ll admit her right away. My daughter needs a VIP room and the best doctors," Nelly ordered.


    "There are no VIP rooms avable. We can arrange a private room for her in the general ward for now," the doctor replied.


    "How can that be? My daughter is very delicate. She can''t stay in a general ward," Nelly argued.


    The doctor, who worked on the VIP floor, had dealt with countless influential people and had no time for their demands.


    "There are no VIP rooms. If you don''t want a room in the general ward, I suggest you transfer her to another hospital quickly. Don''t waste any more time," the doctor said before turning and walking away.


    Standing by the elevator, a small smile yed on Bet''s lips.


    Mignon was sick too. It seemed Yvonne hadn''t gotten the short end of the stick after all.


    The elevator arrived, and Bet stepped inside. Nelly, still arguing with the


    medical staff, didn''t notice him.


    Yvonne stayed in the hospital for three days.


    The director and cast members from the film set all came to visit her.


    Sandra Garcia came too, and immediately started scolding her.


    "Why can''t you give me a moment''s peace? It''s either an injury or an illness. Can''t you take better care of yourself instead of acting like you''re invincible?"


    Yvonne''s ears were ringing after Sandra''s lengthy lecture.


    “I know, I''ll be extra careful from now on. I won''t cause you any more trouble, Ms. Garcia."


    "See that you do. I don''t know what to do with you." Sandra gently poked her on the forehead. Then, she took an apple from the fruit basket and began to peel it.


    Sandra handed the peeled apple to Yvonne, who had just taken a bite when the door to her room was pushed open.


    "Yvonne, I heard you were sick. Is it serious?" Jeffrey Spencer walked in, his eyes filled with worry.


    Since Jeffrey worked in the healthcare system, he had found out about Yvonne''s hospitalization almost immediately.


    "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Spencer. I''m not dead yet," Yvonne said, her voice t.


    Jeffrey knew they had wronged Yvonne in the past, so it was only natural that she didn''t want anything to do with their family.


    "I was just worried, so I came to check on you. Since you''re okay, I''ll be going now." Jeffrey was self-aware enough to know Yvonne didnt want him there so he didat linger.


    As he reached the door, he paused and turned back to look at Yvonne. "Yvonne," he said with a sigh, "if you have time, you shoulde home for a visit Mom and our little brother really miss you."


    Yvonne sat on the bed, her eyes lowered as she bit into her apple, not looking at him, as if she hadn''t heard a word.


    Jeffrey sighed again, pulled the door open, and left.


    Once the door closed, Sandra looked at Yvonne. "It seems like your family really wants to mend things with you."


    "Do they want to mend things with me, or do they want to use me to get to Bet?” Yvonne scoffed, taking another bite of the apple.


    "That''s true. The Thompson family is


    a huge prize; everyone wants a piece. The James family is on the decline now, so they''d be desperate to hitch their wagon to a powerhouse like the Thompsons. Still, Jeffrey seems to have some conscience. He looked genuinely worried about you."


    Sandra cut another slice of apple and popped it into Yvonne''s mouth.