Although Mr. Thompson Sr. had long since retired, he still had his connections.


    Eden''s case was still under investigation, and the higher-ups were keeping it quiet, but Mr. Thompson Sr. had found out anyway.


    Bet nodded, not hiding anything. "Eden used the shippingpany Dad gave him to smuggle contraband. He was caught red-handed.”


    “With his limited connections, how could he possibly get his hands on that kind of thing?" As always, the old general''s insight was sharp, cutting straight to the point.


    "It was likely through the Walker family''swork. The police are still investigating, but for now, there''s no evidence implicating the Walkers. Eden has to take the fall alone. If he''s convicted, he''s looking at a minimum of ten years,” Bet exined.


    Mr. Thompson Sr. frowned deeply and nodded. "It''s a good thing you cut ties with the Walkers long ago, or you might have been implicated. That family is a sinking ship; they''ve been off course for a long time and were bound to go down eventually."


    "Grandmother found out about Eden and was rushed to the emergency room. I hear her condition isn''t good. Dad is a devoted son; for her sake, he won''t abandon Eden," Bet added.


    At the mention of Mrs. Thompson Sr., Mr. Thompson Sr.''s frown deepened.


    Years ago, he and his young son were exiled to Megna Hamlet, where they faced unimaginable hardship. If he hadn''t married Mrs. Thompson Sr. and gained the protection of the Monroe family, he might not have survived.


    Mr. Thompson Sr. was not one to forget his debts. After his name was cleared, he provided Mrs. Thompson Sr. with a life offort. But she was both foolish and vicious, tormenting not only Tobias but also her own son, Frank.


    Mrs. Thompson Sr. had taken up with Carol, who was just as wicked as she was, and together they had raised Vanessa and Eden to be just like them.


    Mr. Thompson Sr. said, "When I was young, I was busy with work and neglected your father''s upbringing He and his mother relied on each. other for many years, which led to his blind devotion. But while he may be devoted, he''s not so foolish as to lose all perspective. No one can save Eden this time.”


    "Fortunately, he isn''t officially part of the Thompson family, so this can''t hinder your future," Mr. Thompson Sr. added.


    Bet nodded and smiled. “I was worried you wouldn''t be able to let go of this grandson."


    Mr. Thompson Sr. took a sip of his tea and shot him a cold re. "I only have two grandsons: you and Noah. Since Eden''s surname is Meng, he has nothing to do with the Thompson family."


    Mr. Thompson Sr. wasn''t short on grandsons. He had Noah, his steady, sensible eldest grandson, and Bet his outstanding promising youngest. He certainly didn''teare about someone like Eden.


    If Eden were as exceptional as Bet, or even more so, Mr. Thompson Sr. might have paid him some attention. But he had neither the talent nor the temperament.


    Mr. Thompson Sr. didn''tck grandsons, but he didck great-grandsons.


    With the serious matters out of the way, the conversation shifted to having children.


    "You ignored the family''s wishes and insisted on marrying that girl with no notable background, and now you''ve had your way. Since you''re legally married, you should have a child soon. At my age, I don''t know how much longer I have. Do you want me to die with regrets because I never got to see a great-grandchild?"


    Hearing this, Bet felt a headacheing on.


    Ever since he''d turned thirty, his family had been nagging him to get married. Now that he was, the nagging had simply shifted from marriage to children.