Yvonne had eaten little for lunch and was already hungry. She picked up her silverware, took a piece of zed pork rib, and was about to take a bite when she heard Tobias ask, "Why didn''t Bete? I thought he didn''t have much on his scheduletely."


    Yvonne''s hand paused. “Oh, he probably had othermitments. I don''t feelfortable prying into his work affairs."


    Bet was still giving her the cold shoulder and hadn''t been home.


    Of course, Yvonne knew he wasn''t there during the day, but at night, after she was asleep, he would quietlye back to watch over her and the baby.


    Bet thought she was asleep, but in reality, she was always awake. The baby was moving more now, especially at night, which meant she wasn''t sleeping well.


    So, she knew every time he came back.


    That man was going to be the death of her with his impossible stubbornness.


    Tobias didn''t know what was going on with the young couple, so he didn''t press the matter.


    After dinner, Yvonne chatted with Dana for a while before preparing to leave.


    Her driver had brought her, so she was surprised to see Bet hade to pick her up.


    As Yvonne stepped out of Dana''s house, she saw Bet''s ck Mercedes parked in the driveway.


    He got out of the car, and as he looked over, their eyes met.


    "I''m going to say hello to Uncle Tobias. You can wait for me in the car," Bet said, walking up to her and instinctively taking her hand for a moment.


    Yvonne nodded and obediently walked to the car.


    Bet went into the house and came out a short whileter.


    He opened the driver''s side door, got in, and started the engine.


    The car slowly pulled out of the driveway.


    Yvonne turned to look at him and began tentatively, “Bet, I.....”


    "Aren''t you tired? Get some sleep. I''ll wake you when we get home," Bet cut her off.


    "How did you know I was tired?" Yvonne asked.


    "You haven''t been sleeping well at night. Of course you''d be tired during the day Bet said, gripping the steering wheel as if were the most it obvious thing in the world.


    "So you knew,” Yvonne sighed, covering her face with her hands.


    "You''re not very good at pretending to be asleep," Bet said with a hint of resignation.


    Yvonne reclined her seat, found afortable position, and closed her eyes.


    Bet focused on driving. While waiting at a red light, a BMW pulled up beside them.


    Bet nced over and slowly lowered his window.


    The BMW''s window also came down, revealing Noah''s profile.


    "Noah, where are you headed?" Bet asked first.


    This wasn''t the way back to Noah''s house.


    "To the hospital. Cynthia''s on bed rest,” Noah replied.


    "Cynthia''s always been so healthy, Howe she''s been in the hospital So oftentely? Noan, you should really be more considerate," Bet advised.


    Noah nodded.


    Just then, the light turned green. Both cars raised their windows and moved into differentnes.


    Noah turned left at the intersection and drove to the hospital.


    The maternity ward was on the twelfth and thirteenth floors of the hospital''s inpatient building.


    The thirteenth floor housed the VIP rooms, so Noah took the elevator directly to that level.


    It was evening, so the inpatient department wasn''t very crowded.


    Noah walked into the room to find


    Cynthia tone, dressed in a l


    gown sitting up in bedre


    hospital


    book of fany tales:


    He walked to her bedside and sat in the chair next to it. “Where are your parents?"