Frank walked in with a grim expression, which softened only slightly when he saw Bet.


    "With a look like that, I take it you already know," Bet said, closing the book and cing it back on the shelf.


    Frank was a businessman; he was always well-informed. It had been a full night since Eden''s arrest, so it was no surprise that Frank had heard the news.


    "So that''s why you came home? To tell me about Eden?"


    "Yes," Bet confirmed. "The higher-ups have had their eyes on him for a while. My unit assisted in the operationst night. We caught Eden red-handed; the evidence is irrefutable."


    "What are the charges?" Frank asked coldly, his face pale with anger.


    "Smuggling. All of it contraband," Bet said.


    "That damn fool. Daring to do something so illegal... He''s got more nerve than sense," Frank cursed.


    Just as Frank was cursing, a staff member knocked and entered with the tea, clearly startled by the shouting.


    "S-sir, the tea is ready," they said, trembling.


    Frank remained silent, his face dark. Bet nced at the staff member. "Just leave it there."


    The staff member carefully ced the two cups on the coffee table and quickly departed.


    Bet sat on the sofa, took a sip of tea, and spoke unhurriedly. "Eden''s in deep trouble. If he''s convicted, he''s looking at a minimum of ten years. I''d advise you not to get involved. Not only will you get dragged through the mud, but you could also pull the Thompson Group down with him."


    "Yes, I understand," Frank said, then added, "It''s best if your mother doesn''t find out about this. If she does, she''ll just start another fight with me."


    "Right. Let''s hope you can keep it from her," Bet said, setting down his cup and standing up. "Good luck with that."


    "You little brat. Can''t you ever wish me well? What good would it do you if your mother and I got a divorce?" Frank said angrily.


    "It wouldn''t do any harm, either," Bet replied nonchntly.


    It wasn''t like he was a minor who needed his parents to stay together for his sake.


    With that, Bet strode out of the study.


    "Not staying for lunch?" Frank asked instinctively.


    "Can''t. I have to get back to base. There''s work to be done," Bet said before opening the door and leaving.


    After Bet left, Frank slumped onto the sofa, pressing a hand to his forehead in frustration.


    If he could, he would strangle that illegitimate son of his. It would save his family from all this turmoil.


    As Frank stewed in his frustration, his phone on the coffee table began to vibrate incessantly.


    He picked it up with a cold expression and saw it was a call from the hospital.


    "Mr. Thompson, your mother just


    went into cardiac arrest. We''re doing everything we can, but it''s very critical You You shoulde to the


    hospital as soon as possible... to see


    her onest time."


    Frank''s face drained of all color. He shot up and hurried out of the study.


    Frank rushed to the hospital,


    Mrs. Thompson Sr. was still in the emergency room. Only her caregiver was waiting outside the doors.


    "What happened? Why did she


    e


    Sgo into cardiac arrest? +


    thought her condition had


    stabilized," Frank demanded his face grim.


    "The madam was doing fine. But this


    morning, Mr. Monroe''s assistant


    showed up at the hospital. When


    she heard that Mr. Monroe had been arrested, the shock was too much for her, and she copsed, the caregiver exined truthfully. Cóntent


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