Chapter 673

If Bennett was really dying, she couldn't let her daughter get roped into that.

As wonderful as the Thompson family was, she couldn't allow her daughter to become a widow.

"Bennett's the same, still in a coma," Emma said casually.

Bennett's condition was kept under wraps; even family members weren't supposed to discuss it freely.

"Don't worry, Bennett is a lucky man. I'm sure he'll be fine," Nelly consoled.

"Mm," Emma mumbled noncommittally. She thought to herself: *My son woke up a long time ago. Of course he's lucky; there's nothing wrong with him.*

What she was truly worried about was that woman, Yvonne.

"Ever since Bennett was hospitalized, that Yvonne has been glued to the hospital. She just won't leave. Every time I see her, my heart just sinks."

As Emma finished speaking, she instinctively pressed a hand to her chest.

Nelly immediately chimed in, "Girls from those humble backgrounds have no manners or class. They're not presentable at all. How could she possibly be a match for the heir of the Thompson family? I've seen plenty of those little starlets; they just use their pretty faces to seduce men. That kind of woman is fine for a fling, but you can never marry her into the family."

"It's not that I dislike her because of her family background. It's just that whenever I see her, I get this heavy feeling in my chest. Maybe we were enemies in a past life."

Emma said with a frown.

That woman Yvonne had her son completely wrapped around her finger. If they actually got married, would he even be her son anymore?

"Yes, her background is secondary. What's most important is her character and education. Your Bennett should find a well-behaved, sensible, and understanding girl for a wife. Then after they're married, she can give you a chubby, healthy grandson."

Nelly added with a smile.

"You always know just what to say to make me happy," Emma said, lifting her teacup for another sip.

Nelly also lifted her cup, which conveniently hid her face, so Emma didn't see her roll her eyes.

Nelly set down her cup just as her phone, which was on the table, started to ring.

"Mignon, darling, Mommy is having

after me after your interview

tea with Mrs. Moore.

Head

over Yes, I know, I'll say hello to Mrs. Moore for you.

After hanging up, Nelly looked at Emma with a smile.

"Mignon asked me to say hello to you."

"Mignon is such a well-mannered child," Emma smiled.

Nelly continued, "Mignon really is a good girl; she's never given me a moment's worry. She's home by ten every night and never stays out Girls these days they have no self-respect. They get a hotel room with a man they've only known for a

few days. Ugh, society is really going downhill."

"Mignon really is a good girl. Any family that gets her as a daughter-in-law would be very fortunate," Emma said politely.

Hearing this, Nelly's eyes darted

around as she said tentatively, "No, it's a blessing for anyone to marry into your Thompson family. Bennett is so young and successful, and he has such a reasonable mother. My Mignon... if she could have a mother-in-law like you someday, *she would be the truly blessed one."

Emma's hand, holding the teacup, paused. No matter how dense she might be, she understood Nelly's intention.

Emma held her teacup in silence, contemplating the possibility.

Mignon was indeed a good candidate for marriage. If she could replace Yvonne as

her daughter-in-law, it didn't seem like a bad idea at all.

At the very least, a girl like Mignon would be much easier to handle than Yvonne.