"Did you make a few of Bet''s favorite dishes?" Emma asked.


    The staff member replied, "Yes, ma''am. The master already gave instructions. They''re all the young master''s favorites."


    "Well then, let''s eat," Bet said, putting an arm around Emma''s shoulder and guiding her toward the dining room.


    "You little monster, trying to scare me to death first thing in the morning," Emma chided, though a smile was ying on her lips.


    The family of three sat at the dining table, enjoying a lively breakfast filled withughter and conversation.


    Emma''s main concern now was Yvonne''s womb. She couldn''t stop talking about it over breakfast. "Any news from Yvonne yet? You know, everyone is so focused on prenatal health these days. I''ll have my assistant schedule an appointment; you should have Yvonne go for a full check-up. It''s best if there are no issues, but if there are, we can deal with them early. What if she''s unable to conceive..."


    "Mom," Bet cut in before Emma could finish.


    "While you''re at it, why don''t you schedule a full physical for me too? I get injured so often, who knows if I''ve damaged anything important. What if I''m the one who can''t perform? Better to find out early and get it treated..."


    Emma cut him off before he could finish. "First thing in the morning, and you''re already trying to give me an aneurysm!" She mmed her silverware on the table and shot Bet a fierce re.


    "Mom, Yvonne and I are still young. There''s no rush to have children," Bet added.


    "That''s right. It''s their business, we shouldn''t meddle," Frank chimed in.


    "You be quiet. This doesn''t concern you," Emma snapped at Frank before turning back to Bet. "Yvonne might be young, but how old are you? Have you forgotten? You''re almost thirty! Men your age already have kids old enough to run errands."


    "Bet, your mother''s right. You''re both young now. Have kids while you''re young, and the recovery will be quicker. Your mother and I still have the energy to help out," Frank piped up again.


    "Dad, whose side are you on?" Bet asked, exasperated.


    "I''m on your mother''s side, of course. We''re a team, a united front. You''re just the bonus prize," Frank huffed.


    "Fine. I''m done. You two can enjoy the rest of your meal as a team," Bet said. He wiped his mouth


    with a napkin,


    napkm, stood up, and walked


    out of the dining room.


    "That boy... Your mother wasn''t finished talking," Frank said, then turned to Emma.


    "He''s getting more and more out of line."


    "And whose fault is that? You''re the one who spoils him," Emma retorted, also


    standing up and leaving the dining room.


    "Where are you going?" Frank asked.


    "I have a promotional shoot for a film this morning. I don''t have time for you two," Frama tossed over her shoulder as she left >


    In the blink of an eye, both his wife and


    to were gone. Frank, having


    lost his appetite, had the


    e table and bring him clear...


    tea.


    He had just taken a sip when his phone, lying on the table, rang. He picked it up and answered.


    It was his assistant, calling about Eden. As Frank listened, his expression grew grim.


    After he hung up, he turned to a staff member and asked, "The young master? Has he left?"


    "No, sir. I just saw him go upstairs. I believe he went to the study," the staff member replied.


    Frank nodded. "Bring two cups of hot tea to the study." "Yes, sir."


    Frank ascended the solid wood staircase.


    When he entered the study, he saw Bet leaning against a bookshelf, back straight, casually flipping through a rare book.