Chapter 265

When Thomas arrived, he came bearing an abundance of gifts-flowers, fruit, and all sorts of nutritional supplements.
He sat by her bedside, his eyes filled with apology as he looked at her.
“I’m so sorry. You were seriously injured because of me.”
“It was just an accident. It had nothing to do with you,” Yvonne reassured him.
After that, the conversation died.
Thomas, likely feeling the awkwardness, picked up an orange from the fruit basket and began to peel it. He did so with great care, removing every last bit of the white pith before offering the segments to Yvonne.
But Yvonne had just had surgery and was still on a liquid diet. She thanked him with a smile and set the orange aside.
Thomas stayed for a little while longer before leaving.
As he stepped out of the room, he saw Helen walking toward him, carrying a thermos.
“Mr. Taylor,” Helen greeted him with a smile, as she knew who he was.
“Helen, what brings you to the hospital?” Thomas paused and asked casually.
“The young master asked me to take care of Ms. Jones. She’s just been injured and needs to recuperate properly. I made a special soup, with just the vegetables Ms. Jones likes,” Helen replied, holding up the thermos.
“Bennett seems quite concerned about Yvonne,” Thomas remarked, a note of insinuation in his voice.
Helen, oblivious, simply smiled and nodded. “The young master thinks very highly of Ms. Jones. When she was hurt last time, he even brought her home for me to look after. Ms. Jones is so considerate and sweet. It’s not just the young master; even Bullet adores her.”
Helen chattered on, completely missing the darkening expression on Thomas’ face. After their exchange, she took her thermos and went into the room.
Yvonne’s wound was still throbbing with pain. Helen’s soup was fragrant and thick, but Yvonne had no appetite. She managed a few spoonfuls before lying back down.
The pain made it impossible for her to sleep properly, and she drifted in a state between waking and dreaming.
She felt a presence moving by her bedside, someone stroking her forehead, kissing the back of her hand. But whenever she opened her eyes, the room was empty.
Sandra came by in the evening.
She had been busy with the studio all day and had only just found the time to come and keep Yvonne company.
Sandra first updated Yvonne on the studio. The artists they had signed were all busy with work-some had minor roles in a major director’s film, others were making guest appearances on variety shows, and one of the male artists was already starting to gain recognition and bring in revenue for the company.
After discussing the studio, Sandra brought up the Spencer family.
“I just found out that Queena visited George in prison yesterday. I imagine George will be furious when he learns his precious daughter isn’t being treated well by the Rogers family.
Yvonne listened, then shook her head after a moment of silence.
“George won’t betray the Rogers family that easily. With them
cking him, be, has a chance
getting aut early if the Rogers family falls, it does him no good at
all.”

“Queena failed to persuade him this time, and she might not get another chance. The Rogers will keep a much closer eye on her now,” Sandra sighed.
Yvonne’s wound was still painful, but her mind was sharper than ever.
A cold smile touched her lips. “The Rogers family thinks they can keep Queena locked up forever? It won’t be that easy. Sandra, do you remember my foster father?”