"Drew, stop it. Any more, and you'll start sounding like an old uncle."

After breakfast, Drew packed his belongings in the morning and left Yara Park.

Throughout the day, Yvonne kept herself busy around the Thompson household, lending a hand wherever needed. She helped Mila organize Larson Biotech's project materials, whipped up some soup with Celeste, and tended to the horses together with Sasha.

Yvonne even assisted Amelia, who was close to her due date, with her shower.

She was always diligent, but today, her focus seemed even more intense. She wanted to keep herself busy, all the while anticipating the arrival of night.

After the Thompson family dinner, they gathered in the living room, chatting and laughing in a warm, harmonious atmosphere.

Yvonne sat there quietly and patiently, waiting until everyone had retired to their rooms. Only then did she get up to assist the maids in clearing the fruit peels and shells from the coffee table.

"Yvonne."

Yvonne froze. She turned toward the voice and saw Wyatt, who was being supported by Quentin, standing a few steps away looking at her.

Thompson," Yvonne stammered, feeling

Wyatt had always addressed

about her relationship with his son but never openly objected or supported

her "Yvonne," just like he

her

said warmly. "Don't call me Chairman Thompson anymore. What

chimed in, "It sounds way

Just go with

Wyatt in a soft, constrained

trash clutched in her hands

my son's girlfriend,

are for the maids. You don't need to do them

her eyes with tears. Her lips quivered, but she

long it's been since my son and I had a proper conversation? It's been years since he said goodbye to me before leaving on a trip, and it's all because

he told me he wants to marry you. As soon as he gets back, he wants to officially register your marriage and even asked me to

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