Mr. James Sr. suddenly fell silent, at a loss for words.


    Yvonne said no more, as her phone began to ring.


    She pulled it from her purse and nced at the caller ID. It was Bet.


    "I need to take this," Yvonne said, turning and leaving the hospital room with her phone.


    As the elevator descended, she stood in the corner and answered the call.


    "Still at the hospital?" Bet''s maic voice came through the line.


    Yvonne asked, "How did you know I was here?"


    "I had a light schedule today, so I was going to visit you on set. Your assistant told me you were at the hospital."


    "Oh," Yvonne acknowledged. "Teresa was in a car ident. It''s pretty serious. The doctors said she might end up in a vegetative state, so I came to see her."


    Bet wasn''t particrly concerned about Teresa''s condition. After all, she was the mother of this body, not Yvonne''s real mother.


    "Are you done?" Bet asked.


    "I''m about to leave," Yvonne replied.


    "I''m waiting for you at the entrance."


    By the time she hung up, Yvonne was already walking out the main doors of the hospital. She spotted Bet''s ck Mercedes parked right at the curb.


    She walked over quickly, opened the passenger door, and slid inside.


    Once in the car, Yvonne took off her mask and turned to look at Bet.


    "You haven''t had dinner yet, right? Let''s go eat first," Bet said, one hand on the steering wheel as be reached out with the other to gently brush her forehead.  fo


    "My car is still in the hospital''s underground garage," Yvonne mentioned.


    "I''ll have Simon James take care of it," Bet said as he turned the wheel, the car smoothly pulling away from the hospital.


    After driving through a few blocks, Bet pulled into a parking spot in front of an upscale restaurant.


    It was one of the most exclusive restaurants in Istra, a members-only establishment that didn''t ept walk-ins. The ambiance and the food were both impable.


    Of course, the prices were exceptionally high; a single meal could easily cost an average person a year''s sry.


    As a result, the clientele consisted mostly of Istra''s political and business elites, along with various A-list celebrities.


    Bet had already booked a private room and led Yvonne inside.


    Just as they entered the lobby, they unexpectedly ran into Noah and Cynthia.


    The two wereing down the stairs, looking as if they had just finished their meal and were about to leave.


    "Bet, Yvonne," Noah said, clearly surprised to see them.


    "Noah. Cynthia. What a coincidence," Bet said politely, walking over with Yvonne''s hand in his.


    "Bet, Yvonne, you''re here for


    dinner too? The sashimi today iset


    excellent, flown in fresh from


    Hokkaido this morning. You should try it," Cynthia said with a smile.


    She then turned to Noah. "It was just a small misunderstandingst time. You really didn''t have to go to all this trouble to treat me to an apology dinner heard you and your wife are getting a divorce hope didn''t cause any trouble between you two. If you need me to, I can exin things to her."


    Noah had indeed invited Cynthia to dinner to apologize for how theirst ss reunion had ended on a sour note, which had even resulted in her getting hurt.


    "Our divorce is our own issue. It has nothing to do with you," Noah replied. Cynthia just sighed, putting on a look of deep regret.