Emma swatted his arm yfully. "Stop being a smart-aleck with me."


    Bet didn''t mind the p. He even took her hand. "Gently, now. I''m tough, but I don''t want you to hurt your hand."


    Emma pulled her hand away, still pretending to be angry, but a faint smile touched


    her eyes.


    Bet quickly changed the subject.


    As long as Yvonne wasn''t the topic of conversation, mother and son could get along just fine.


    “Has that Mrs. Zade contacted you recently?" Bet asked, a hint of a sneer in his voice.


    Mentioning Nelly, Emma couldn''t help but sigh. "Nelly is getting more and more foolish with age. How could she do something so scandalous? If she and Marshall were truly in love, they should have divorced their spouses first before getting together."


    "There''s no love there. It''s just a matter of mutual convenience,” Bet said tly.


    "Nelly is so reckless. With her reputation in tatters, what will happen to Mignon? Such a beautiful, sweet girl... it''ll be difficult for her to marry into a good family now," Emma continued toment.


    High society was rotten to the core, but it ced the utmost importance on outward appearances. That was why families kept their illegitimate children hidden and certainly never let them inherit the family business, unless there were no legitimate heirs to take the spot.


    Nelly''s affair had be public knowledge, directly tainting Mignon''s reputation. Marrying into a wealthy, respectable family was now out of the question for her.


    "You shouldn''t worry so much about others. My assistant told me your health hasn''t been goodtely. Yourst check-up showed several concerning results," Bet said, his voice turning serious.


    "It''s nothing. It won''t kill me," Emma said dismissively.


    She had been in and out of sickness for years.


    Truthfully, if Frank had only had an affair, Emma would have only hated him for his betrayal. But Carol Monroe and her children had nearly killed both her and her unborn Baby. Bet had been born prematurely, and his weak constitution had led to constant illness throughout his childhood. Every time Bet got sick, Emma''s heart would break.


    As for Emma, she had always been healthy until Mrs. Thompson Sr. caused her to go into prematurebor Then Vanessa pushed her leading to another premature birth Over the years, she had be perpetually frail.


    If murder weren''t a crime, Emma would have killed the Monroes a hundred times


    over.


    "I know you and Dad have deep feelings for each other. If you don''t want a divorce, I can understand," Bet said, looking at Emma.


    But Emma shook her head. "As long as the Monroes stand between us, the conflict between your father and me can never be resolved."


    “Then, let''s make them all disappear,” Bet suggested, his expression dead serious.


    "Bet, don''t do anything foolish. You have a bright future ahead of you. Don''t dirty your hands because of those people. If you do anything rash, you''ll be the death of me," Emma warned.


    Bet chuckled. "What are you thinking? I don''t have to dirty my own hands to get rid of them. Mrs Thompson Sr. is hanging on by a thread she won''tst much longer As for Eden, he''ll dig his own grave soon enough."


    Emma nodded, though her mood didn''t improve much.


    Bet reached out and gently patted her head. “Don''t worry. I''ll get you the justice


    you deserve, and you won''t have to wait too long."


    A smile finally graced Emma''s face. She yfully swatted his hand away. “Alright,


    stop treating me like that little girlfriend of yours. That kind of sweet talk doesn''t work on me."