Vincent irritably tossed his teacup onto the coffee table, where itnded with a dull thud.


    Mrs. Walker flinched. "Ynda just told me that during Mr. Thompson Sr.''s birthday dinner today, the old man didn''t say a single word to them. It''s clear the Thompsons have no respect for that illegitimate son."


    "Mr. Thompson Sr. has an outstanding grandson like Bet; of course he''d look down on a good-for-nothing like Eden. It''s a shame we didn''t manage to kill Betst time."


    Vincent sighed, his face showing clear signs of impatience.


    He stood up, grabbed his coat, and prepared to leave.


    "Where are you going sote?" Mrs. Walker asked, confused.


    "I''m going back to the office to handle a few things," Vincent said dismissively before hurrying out the door.


    Mrs. Walker had been with her husband for over thirty years. They had supported each other and had a certain level of mutual trust.


    Vincent had kept mistresses before, but they were just flings. None of them had ever threatened Mrs. Walker''s position, so she never bothered to concern herself with them.


    But in recent months, Vincent had been going out at night more often anding hometer. Mrs. Walker didn''t need to guess; some woman outside had clearly captured his attention.


    However, as long as it didn''t threaten her status or harm her and her daughter''s interests, Mrs. Walker considered it beneath her to bother with his affairs.


    "Mom, where''s Dad?" Ynda, who hadn''t been asleep, came downstairs after she knew Eden had left.


    "Your father went out," Mrs. Walker replied.


    "Does he have something important to do thiste?" Ynda asked, also puzzled. "Probably went to see another woman," Mrs. Walker snorted.


    Mrs. Walker knew Vincent had a woman on the side, but she didn''t know or care who it was.


    "Aren''t you going to do anything about it?" Ynda couldn''t help but frown.


    "Men are like cats; they all sneak a taste. You can''t control them. As long as he doesn''t bring home an illegitimate child to cause me trouble, I can''t be bothered with him," Mrs Walker said nonchntly.


    Vincent had a low sperm count; Ynda was the child they had struggled to have. At his age, his sperm quality would only be worse, making it impossible for him to have another child.


    As long as there were no other children to divide Ynda''s inheritance, Mrs. Walker


    was willing to turn a blind eye to Vincent''s affairs.


    Ynda said nothing more after hearing that.


    After Mr. Thompson Sr.''s birthday dinner, Yvonne returned to the film set and focused on her work.


    One day, she finished work unusually early. After returning to her hotel and changing


    clothes, she was about to go for a walk when her doorbell rang.


    Yvonne went to the door and was surprised to find Cynthia. "Ms. Scott, can I help you?" Yvonne asked, confused.


    "There were a couple of plot points in the script that didn''t make sense, so I made some adjustments," Cynthia said with a smile, handing a revised script to Yvonne.


    Yvonne nced through it. The changes weren''t major, and Cynthia had carefully marked them all in red ink.


    "Your lines had the most changes. Would you like me to go over them with you?" Cynthia asked.


    Cynthia clearly meant no harm, and Yvonne had no reason to refuse, so she invited her in.