Bet''s G-Wagon was parked right at the hotel entrance. Yvonne pulled open the passenger door and quickly got in.


    Bet leaned over instinctively and fastened her seatbelt.


    “Alright, let''s go introduce my beautiful fiancée to the inws," Bet said, his voice full of affection as he lightly tapped Yvonne''s nose with his long finger.


    The car slowly pulled away from the hotel, heading towards the Jones family home.


    Since the film set was in a suburb of Istra, the drive into the city took nearly two hours. Yvonne, sitting in the passenger seat, managed to take a short nap.


    By the time she woke up, the car was already parked in the Jones family''s driveway. "That tired?" Bet asked, leaning over to unbuckle her seatbelt.


    "I was filming a night scene until one in the morning, and then I had to be up at five for makeup,” Yvonne replied, rubbing her eyes.


    "Well, you can get a good long rest after this film wraps up," Bet said, stroking her hair affectionately.


    "Okay," Yvonne nodded obediently.


    Then, she opened the door and got out.


    Bet got out as well, taking Yvonne''s hand as they walked into the Jones family home together.


    It had been a long time since the house had been this lively.


    After their daughter Yvonne had died, it was just Bruce Jones and his wife, Monica Scott Jones.


    Bruce was usually busy with work, so Monica was often home alone, feeling the weight of the silence.


    But today, with Frank and Emma visiting, and now Bet and Yvonne arriving, the Jones'' home was suddenly filled with life again.


    "Mrs. Moore is here too?" Yvonne tensed up instinctively when she saw Emma. She moved closer to Bet and whispered.


    Bet turned his head, smiling warmly at her. "Since we''re here to formally discuss our engagement, it''s only proper for my parents toe in person. Don''t worry, Queen Emma knows her manners. She wont embarrass our families on such an important asion."


    Yvonne listened and nodded.


    The ssic conflict between a mother and her daughter-inw was a timeless problem, but it usually came down to the son''s attitude.


    As long as Bet was on her side,


    she wouldn''t be mistreated. The women who suffered in their


    marriages were often the ones whose husbands did nothing to stand up for them. ''


    In the living room, Frank, Emma, Bruce, and Monica were seated on the sofa, chatting.


    On the coffee table sat a pot of the finest tea, personally brewed by Monica. In the corner of the room were piles of priceless betrothal gifts brought by the Thompson family.


    "Bet and Yvonne are back! Come,e over here," Monica said with a smile, waving them over as they walked in.


    Bet led Yvonne over. They greeted everyone, and then Bet took the armchair next to Emma, while Yvonne sat beside Monica.


    Monica took Yvonne''s hand, her face beaming with joy.


    "Watching you two walk in just now, you look like a match made in heaven. With your good genes, your children will be absolutely beautiful when you get married."


    Yvonne''s cheeks flushed a delicate pink.


    Monica held her hand and


    continued, “You two should have a baby while you''re young. Your body recovers faster, and I still have the energy to help you take care of the Tittle one.


    Yvonne''s face grew even redder, and she couldn''t find a word to say.


    Bet, however, chimed in with a smile, “You''re right, Monica. Yvonne and I will work on it."


    "Yes, yes! If you give us a grandson soon, you''ll be the greatest heroes of the Thompson family. We will absolutely make sure Yvonne is well taken care of."


    Frank added with augh.