"Now everyone in Istra knows you''ve made a giant cuckold out of me! I can only imagine how they''re allughing at me behind my back!" Mr. Powell yelled, pointing at Nelly.


    Nelly shoved his hand away and screamed back, "You bastard! Who do you think I did all this for? You! Do you think I wanted to sleep with that Marshall? He''s as fat as a pig now, and I feel sick just having him on top of me. I did it for you! For this family!"


    "Your investments abroad failed, and we were forced toe back here. Do you think it''s so easy to make aeback in Istra? People move on, and our old connections are useless now. I have to put on a smile every single day and tter so many people. Do you think I enjoy being this degraded?"


    Nelly copsed onto the sofa, burying her face in her hands and sobbing.


    Mr. Powell slumped down beside her, his face grim.


    "Couldn''t you have been more discreet about your affairs? Now everyone knows! You''vepletely disgraced the Powell family name!"


    "How was I supposed to know we''d be photographed by reporters? Do you think I


    wanted this notoriety?" Nelly shot back angrily.


    "Alright, what do we do now?" Mr. Powell asked.


    Mr. Powell had always been indecisive. He was hesitant in business and investments and couldn''t handle other matters well either, which was how he''d managed to squander the Powell family''s vast fortune.


    "Maybe we should just go abroad again. It''s better than having people point fingers at us here."


    "No!" Nelly cut him off immediately. "We''ve sold off almost all our assets overseas. Do you want to go back to living in poverty? I have no intention of suffering with you."


    "What then? Do you want to keep being a whore, sleeping with other men?" Mr. Powell snapped.


    Nelly red at him so fiercely that he didn''t dare say another word.


    "My reputation is ruined, but we still have Mignon. As long as Mignon marries into the Thompson family and bes its future matriarch, we''ll still be able to live a life of luxury."


    Mr. Powell said, “Stop dreaming. Why would the Thompson family ever let Mignon marry in?"


    Nelly retorted, "What do you know? Emma Moore doesn''t approve of Bet''s current girlfriend. She wants a daughter-inw who''s easy to control. Our Mignon is beautiful, smart, and obedient. We just need to use a few tricks to get her into Bet''s bed, then get the reporters to publicize it. The Thompson family will have to give us an exnation, and I''m sure Emma will go along with it."


    Mr. Powell said, "Fine, you arrange it. Just don''t cause any more trouble."


    Yvonne was brought back to Cherry Bay by Bet.


    The house next to theirs had been purchased and renovated. Helen and Bullet now lived there.


    Yvonne was recuperating at Cherry Bay.


    During the day, Helen woulde over with Bullet to take care of Yvonne and cook her three meals a day.


    Bet would go to the military base during the day and rush back at night.


    Yvonne thought the man''s stamina was simply incredible. After a full day of work, he would drive two hours


    Back and still have the energy to spend half the night making love to her.


    She felt like this was hardly recuperating; it was more exhausting than filming.


    When they were finishedte at night, Bet would carry Yvonne to the bathroom for a bath.


    After her bath, Yvonne would lie in bed while Bet gently and meticulously dried her hair with a blow-dryer.


    Before her hair was even dry, Yvonne would fall asleep.


    She would sleep soundly until morning, and when she woke up, the spot beside her in bed would already be empty.