The elevator descended and stopped at the next floor. As the doors slowly opened, Thomas was standing right outside.


    Thomas saw Bet in the elevator holding Yvonne in his arms. He paused for a moment before stepping inside.


    "Going out sote, cousin?" Bet asked, looking at Thomas.


    "Couldn''t sleep, so I''m going out for some fresh air," Thomas replied, his gaze sweeping over Yvonne.


    Yvonne was nestled in Bet''s arms, only half of her fair, radiant face visible. Her thickshes cast faint shadows on her cheeks.


    She was very still, as if asleep.


    "Coming back from the terrace?" Thomas asked.


    "Yeah. Yvonne wanted to see the stars, but she fell asleep,” Bet had just replied when the elevator stopped at their floor.


    The doors opened, and Bet stepped out, still carrying Yvonne.


    The Thompson Group''s retreatsted a week, after which everyone began to depart in session.


    Bet and Yvonne boarded the cruise ship in the morning. They weren''t in a hurry to return, instead spending the entire day sailing on the sea.


    Bet had also prepared a set of fishing gear and was fishing from the boat, looking every bit the part.


    Yvonne sat with Bet on the deck as he fished. She wasn''t interested in fishing; she wanted to see dolphins.


    Dolphins asionally appeared in these waters, but seeing them was purely a matter of luck.


    Yvonne''s luck wasn''t great, so she didn''t see any.


    It was already evening when the cruise ship docked.


    Bet''s ck Mercedes was parked in the lot by the sea.


    Bet drove, taking Yvonne to get dinner first.


    He chose a high-end restaurant whose signature dishes were famous throughout Istra.


    Bet walked into the restaurant holding Yvonne''s hand, not expecting to run into members of the Walker family.


    Ynda Walker had just been discharged from the hospital, so Mrs. Walker, in a good mood, had brought her daughter and husband out for dinner.


    "Mr. Walker, Mrs. Walker," Bet greeted them first upon seeing Vincent and Mrs. Walker.


    This was theposure of an heir raised in a powerful family-always calm and collected. Even when facing a mortal enemy, he


    maintained a polite and thoughtful demeanor, never letting them see his true feelings.


    "Bet, what a coincidence. You two are out for dinner as well?" Vincent was a seasoned politician. Even though he had once tried to have Bet killed his face was all smiles, like a kindhelder.


    Bet exchanged a few polite and modest pleasantries with him before guiding Yvonne away.


    Ynda hid behind Mrs. Walker the entire time, only emerging after Bet and Yvonne had left.


    Like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, her eyes were fixed grimly on their retreating backs.


    "Why were you hiding behind your mother? Are you not feeling well again?" Vincent asked Ynda with concern.


    “No,” Ynda replied in a low voice, subconsciously touching her face.


    During her hospital stay, she had endured countless injections and swallowed endless disgusting medications.


    Although her condition was now under control, she looked terrible-her face was sallow and gaunt, as if she had aged several years,pletely devoid of life.


    Due to her declining kidney function, Ynda felt weak and was even slightly bloated.


    When she stood in front of a mirror and saw her ugly reflection, she couldn''t help but hate it. How could she dare let Bet and Yvonne see her and give them a chance tough, at her?