Looking at Ynda''s swollen belly, Yvonne found it incredibly ironic.


    She couldn''t help but wonder if there was any fairness or justice left in the world.


    If the Walker family wasn''t brought to justice, if Ynda didn''t pay the price, would the victims who died in vain ever get the justice they deserved?


    Bet frowned slightly, so lost in thought that he didn''t even notice the traffic light turn green. It wasn''t until the car behind him started honking that he turned the steering wheel and drove off.


    As the car moved forward, the atmosphere inside remained tense.


    Eden was out on bail, but the case was still under investigation. Until it was resolved, he remained atrge.


    Vincent, on the other hand, was a cunning old fox, lying low and making no moves. Bet''s men were watching his every step, but they hadn''t found anything to use against him.


    The Gonzalez, Spencer, and Rogers families had all been taken down, but the Walker family, the masterminds behind it all, had yet to be brought to justice.


    Bet and Yvonne remained silent for the rest of the drive.


    Since Bet had to return to his base that evening, he drove Yvonne back to the film set first.


    He pulled up in front of the hotel where the cast and crew were staying.


    It waste, and the crew had wrapped up for the day, leaving the hotel entrance quiet and deserted. The car cast a faint shadow on the pavement.


    Bet got out first, walked around to the passenger side, and opened the door to help Yvonne out.


    The SUV was high off the ground, and as Yvonne jumped down, Bet caught her in his arms.


    He wrapped his arms around her waist, cradling the back of her head with one hand as he held her close.


    "Vonnie, we have to believe that justice will always prevail over evit wille, sooner orter. Vincent.is


    Cuphing which means have


    to be more patient hunters


    Bet''s voice was deep, maic, and firm—always so reassuring.


    Yvonne buried her face in his warm chest and nodded firmly.


    ...


    Meanwhile, Eden had driven Ynda back to the Walker residence.


    Vincent and Mrs. Walker were both home.


    Vincent sat on the living room sofa, his expression grim. Mrs. Walker, however, was smiling. "Eden, Ynda, you''re back. Is Mr. Thompson Sr.''s birthday dinner over?"


    "Grandfather only invited family today, so we came back right after dinner. Ynda is pregnant and can''t overexert herself," Eden said considerately.


    Eden always put on a good act in front of the Walkers.


    Ynda clearly wasn''t buying it. "I''m tired. I''m going up to my room to rest," she said before heading straight upstairs.


    "Ynda is frail, and the pregnancy


    is taking a toll on her. The doctor said she needs plenty of rest," Mrs Walker said, smoothing things over with a smile, She then asked as servant to prepare them avate-night snack.


    Once the snack was ready, Mrs. Walker brought it upstairs herself Although all of Ynda''s vitals were stable, she was still more delicate than a healthy pregnant woman and needed special care.


    Downstairs in the living room, only Vincent and Eden remained.


    Previously, Vincent had found Bet too deep and difficult to control, and dealing with him was exhausting. That''s why he had chosen Eden—an easily manipted pawn.


    But now, Vincent realized that Eden''sbination of stupidity and ambition was a fatal w.