After Frank left, Ynda''s expression instantly turned cold.


    Her gaze toward Eden was no longer one of disdain, but of disgust.


    "Hah, it seems Mr. Thompson doesn''t even consider you his son. All the Thompson Group shares are in Bet''s name, and you won''t see a dime. I see no reason to have this baby in my belly. A pathetic, useless man like you has no right to be a father."


    After tearing into Eden with her sharp words, Ynda clicked away on her high heels.


    Eden stood alone in the hospital corridor, his fists clenched and his eyes bloodshot.


    "Bet... he has to die. He has to die!"


    ...


    Three monthster, Yvonne officially wrapped up filming on Director Ward''s production.


    The film had started production quietly, and it ended just as discreetly.


    After her scenes were done, she left the set immediately. However, she had arranged for gifts to be sent to all the cast and crew, ensuring all the proper courtesies were observed.


    Bet had already picked a day for them to get their marriage license, but Yvonne suddenly received a call from the Cooper family. Old Mr. Hobart Cooper was critically ill, and the hospital had issued a notice of his imminent passing.


    Yvonne and Bet rushed to the hospital where Mr. Cooper was staying.


    Yvonne made sure to bring some pastries she had baked herself. While she wasn''t much of a cook when it came to meals, she had learned to make excellent pastries from Monica.


    In the hospital, Mr. Cooper was in a private room, with his wife still by his side. Their two children, who lived abroad, had also returned.


    Mr. Cooper was on his deathbed, yet he sat up looking spirited, though it was merely a final rally before the end.


    Mrs. Cooper seemed remarkably calm, likely having epted the fact that her husband was about to leave her. Their children, however, looked distressed, fighting back tears.


    When Bet and Yvonne entered the room, Mr. Cooper greeted them with a smile.


    "Well, look here, the two young lovebirds came to see this old man. Come, sit down."


    "Mr. Cooper, I brought some pastries I made for you." Yvonne sat by his bedside and offered him the box.


    "You''ve got a good heart, knowing


    this old man has a sweet tooth," Mr. Cooper took the


    box with a... but only managed a single bite.


    His energy waspletely spent; he could hardly eat a thing.


    Yvonne fought back tears, forcing a smile. "If you like them, I''ll make you more varieties next time."


    "Mm, good." Mr. Cooper nodded, then added, "But I can''t just take things from you for free. This old man has a gift for you."


    At his words, his wife retrieved an exquisite box from the cab, the kind clearly meant for a dress.


    Yvonne took the box and opened it. Inside was indeed a dress.


    It was a beautifully crafted gown in a striking crimson red, adorned with exquisite, traditional


    hand embroidery featuring,


    intertwined mythical creatures-a symbol of a blissful union,


    In the old days, this was the kind of gown a bride wore on her wedding day.


    "This old man made this wedding gown for you. Do you like it?" Mr. Cooper asked.


    "I love it," Yvonne nodded, her voice choking with emotion.


    Mr. Cooper then looked at Bet, who was standing nearby. "I''ve even made the wedding dress for Vonnie. When are you two nning to ge married? You''ve been together for so many years. Don''t tell me you''re trying to get out of it, you rascal! This old man won''t let you off the hook."


    "Mr. Cooper, we''re already engaged. We n to get our license in a few days," Bet quickly replied.


    Mr. Cooper nodded in satisfaction. "That''s good. Don''t forget to save a ss of champagne for this old man at the wedding."