When Emma saw him return, she immediately walked over and whispered, "The doctor said Yolanda is very emotionally unstable. Whatever you do, don't upset her any further..."

“Don't you have an appearance in Jaym tomorrow? I'll take you home," Bennett cut her off before she could finish.

Emma paused, then waved her hand. "The driver can take me. You should stay and comfort Yolanda."

"I'll take you home, and then I have to get back to my unit. If I stay, I might upset Yolanda again, and I'm sure Mrs. Walker would not be pleased," Bennett said indifferently.

Emma knew Bennett's temperament. If he wanted to leave, no one could stop him.

She could only apologize to the Walkers and offer a few more words of comfort to Yolanda before leaving.

Yvonne had taken Bennett's car, so he had to ride with Emma.

Emma was still angry and didn't speak to him the entire way.

After dropping Emma off at the Thompson family estate, Bennett was summoned to the study by Frank before he could leave.

Frank's study was truly a library.

Spanning over a thousand square feet, its walls were lined with towering bookshelves, each one packed with books. His collection of rare first editions was more extensive than what you'd find in most libraries or museums.

In the center of the room stood a solid wood desk and chairs, along with a matching sofa and coffee table. The dark rosewood furniture was understated yet exuded an air of nobility.

Frank sat on the sofa, holding a teapot in his right hand, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. He slowly poured water into a cup, and the faint aroma of tea filled the air.

"Come, have a taste," Frank said, setting down the teacup and gesturing to the seat opposite him.

Bennett walked over and sat down, his back straight but his posture relaxed. He casually loosened the collar of his shirt.

"You didn't call me up here just to drink tea, did you?" Bennett said, deftly picking up a teacup and taking a sip.

The tea was indeed excellent. The old man was getting better and better at enjoying the finer things in life.

Frank also picked up his teacup, gently blowing on the hot liquid before looking up at Bennett. His face was uncharacteristically serious, which made him look quite intimidating.

“Mr. Walker's failure to get his promotion—that was your doing, wasn't it?” Although it was phrased as a question, his tone was certain.

"You give me too much credit. I don't have that kind of power," Bennett replied casually, swirling the tea in his cup.

Frank shot him a slightly displeased look. “Don't try to fool me. In the past two years, using your position as the Walkers' future son-in-law, you must have uncovered quite a bit."

Instead of answering directly,

Bennett asked, "You've always been well-informed. You must know about the many illicit things Vincent has done. The Gonzalez family, then George, Oscar Rogers-they were all likely acting under the Walkers' orders. Dad, I don't want the Thompson family to follow in their footsteps."

Frank's hand, holding the clay teapot, paused for a moment. "I've navigated the business world for

years. Do you think I need a kid like you to remind me? The Walk aren't powerful enough to order me around."

Under the guise of the impending marriage alliance, Mr. Walker had hinted to Frank more than once that he wanted to bring the Thompson family under his wing.

But the Thompsons had been established in Istra for many years, and Frank was no fool. Why would he support the unrelated Walker family when he could be grooming his own son to take over?

No matter how wealthy the Thompsons were, they weren't going to be anyone's easy mark.

Thus, to this day, there had been no transfer of benefits between the Thompson and Walker families.

"You may not have, but that doesn't

mean others in the Thompson family hayen't," Bennett said slowly holding his teacup and looking at Frank with his eyes. "You shouldn't always be watching me. Keep an eye on your other son. Otherwise, I don't mind turning in my own family for the sake of justice."