Chapter 793

Frank walked in with a grim expression, which softened only slightly when he saw Bennett.

"With a look like that, I take it you already know," Bennett said, closing the book and placing it back on the shelf.

Frank was a businessman; he was always well-informed. It had been a full night since Eden's arrest, so it was no surprise that Frank had heard the news.

"So that's why you came home? To tell me about Eden?"

"Yes," Bennett confirmed. "The higher-ups have had their eyes on him for a while. My unit assisted in the operation last night. We caught Eden red-handed; the evidence is irrefutable."

"What are the charges?" Frank asked coldly, his face pale with anger.

"Smuggling. All of it contraband," Bennett said.

"That damn fool. Daring to do something so illegal... He's got more nerve than sense," Frank cursed.

Just as Frank was cursing, a staff member knocked and entered with the tea, clearly startled by the shouting.

"S-sir, the tea is ready," they said, trembling.

Frank remained silent, his face dark. Bennett glanced at the staff member. "Just leave it there."

The staff member carefully placed the two cups on the coffee table and quickly departed.

Bennett sat on the sofa, took a sip of tea, and spoke unhurriedly. "Eden's in deep trouble. If he's convicted, he's looking at a minimum of ten years. I'd advise you not to get involved. Not only will you get dragged through the mud, but you could also pull the Thompson Group down with him."

"Yes, I understand," Frank said, then added, "It's best if your mother doesn't find out about this. If she does, she'll just start another fight with me."

"Right. Let's hope you can keep it from her," Bennett said, setting down his cup and standing up. "Good luck with that."

"You little brat. Can't you ever wish me well? What good would it do you if your mother and I got a divorce?" Frank said angrily.

"It wouldn't do any harm, either," Bennett replied nonchalantly.

It wasn't like he was a minor who needed his parents to stay together for his sake.

With that, Bennett strode out of the study.

"Not staying for lunch?" Frank asked instinctively.

"Can't. I have to get back to base. There's work to be done," Bennett said before opening the door and leaving.

After Bennett left, Frank slumped onto the sofa, pressing a hand to his forehead in frustration.

If he could, he would strangle that illegitimate son of his. It would save his family from all this turmoil.

As Frank stewed in his frustration, his phone on the coffee table began to vibrate incessantly.

He picked it up with a cold expression and saw it was a call from the hospital.

"Mr. Thompson, your mother just

went into cardiac arrest. We're doing everything we can, but it's very critical You You should come to the

hospital as soon as possible... to see

her one last time."

Frank's face drained of all color. He shot up and hurried out of the study.

Frank rushed to the hospital,

Mrs. Thompson Sr. was still in the emergency room. Only her caregiver was waiting outside the doors.

"What happened? Why did she

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Sgo into cardiac arrest? +

thought her condition had

stabilized," Frank demanded his face grim.

"The madam was doing fine. But this

morning, Mr. Monroe's assistant

showed up at the hospital. When

she heard that Mr. Monroe had been arrested, the shock was too much for her, and she collapsed, the caregiver explained truthfully. Cóntent