Yvonne mumbled around the apple in her mouth.


    "Whether it''s genuine or not doesn''t matter. We just don''t have that familial bond, so it''s better not to force it." Yvonne then wrapped her arm around Sandra''s.


    "Sandra, you''re the only real sister I have."


    "Don''t try to butter me up. Just stay out of trouble, and I''ll be happy," Sandra said, poking her on the forehead again.


    Yvonne bit into her apple, her eyes curving into crescent moons as she smiled.


    Sandra stayed at the hospital all morning and left around noon.


    Not long after she left, Bet arrived.


    "Done with your work, Mr. Bet Thompson?" Yvonne asked with a bright smile. Her spirits were high, and she looked much better than she had that morning, no longer looking so frail and heart-wrenchingly ill.


    "I slipped away for a bit. I can only stay for a little while; I have to go back tonight." He was holding a thermos, and as soon as he opened it, Yvonne recognized the aroma of Helen''s cooking.


    "Helen''s soup smells amazing."


    "Then you should eat more of it. you ate too little this morning." Bet poured the soup into a bowl and began feeding it to her himself.


    Yvonne drank more than she had that morning, finishing the entire small bowl.


    Just as she finished, a nurse came in to change her IV drip.


    "Just one more bag today. The doctor said that as long as your fever doesn''t return tonight, you can be discharged tomorrow," the nurse said as she set up the drip.


    By the time Yvonne''s final IV drip was finished, it was time for Bet to leave.


    "I have a meeting at the base that I can''t miss, so I have to go back." Bet stood up and nced at his watch.


    "The assistant can stay with me tonight. You don''t have to keep rushing back and forth, it''s too exhausting," Yvonne said.


    "You don''t want me toe? Will you not miss me?" Bet asked with a smile.


    "Of course I''ll miss you. But I''m more worried about you," Yvonne said earnestly, looking up at him.


    "It''s rare for my little girl to worry about me. Alright then. I''lle back tomorrow." Bet leaned down and ced a gentle kiss on her forehead.


    "Go on, get back to your meeting. I wouldn''t dare hold up Captain Thompson from


    his work," Yvonne said with a grin.


    "Good girl." Bet ruffled her hair, then turned to leave.


    Yvonne''s fever did not return that night, and all her tests came back normal. The next day, her assistantpleted the discharge


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    Bet came to the hospital personally to pick her up.


    Even though Yvonne was fully recovered, Bet carried her all the way from her hospital room to the car waiting outside.


    Yvonne buried her face in Bet''s chest, too embarrassed to look at anyone.


    Bet gently, almost gingerly, ced Yvonne in the car and carefully fastened her seatbelt for her.


    He started the car and slowly pulled away from the hospital, driving onto the wide road.


    Yvonne looked out the window and noticed they weren''t heading back to the film set.


    "I''m all better. Aren''t we going back to the set?" she asked, confused.


    "We''re going back to Cherry Bay. I had Sandra get you a few days off. Getting sick is sudden, but recovery takes time. You need to resto


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    "Okay.” Yvonne nodded, not arguing with him.


    She knew she wouldn''t win, and besides, Bet was genuinely looking out for her. Arguing would just be ungrateful.


    As Bet drove, Yvonne sat in the passenger seat, scrolling idly through her phone.


    The biggest entertainment news of the day was that the well-known producer Marshall was having an affair with a married woman.