Chapter 952

Yolanda was losing control.

Mrs. Walker grabbed her hand, trying to soothe her. "Just a little longer, Yolanda. We have to be patient. The Thompsons are at the height of their power, and Bennett

is no pushover. We can't act rashly, or all our efforts will be for nothing."

"Wait, wait, wait, that's all you ever say! How long do I have to wait?" Yolanda snapped, annoyed and agitated.

"Until that little bitch Yvonne Jones gives birth. A new daughter and a dead wife—a celebration and a funeral all at once. It will be quite the event. Don't worry, Mom has already made all the arrangements."

Mrs. Walker held Yolanda's hand and patted it gently.

Yolanda finally calmed down after hearing this, though she still wasn't completely satisfied. "That little bitch should end up just like that slut Flora Moore-both of them dead, mother and child. That would be perfect."

"Don't be ridiculous. We leave the child for the Thompsons. If they're busy with the little one, they won't have time to worry about us. It makes things easier for us to act. If both of them die, the Thompsons will investigate the cause of death relentlessly, and our family can't withstand that kind of scrutiny."

Mrs. Walker explained with a sigh of resignation.

Yolanda said no more, reluctantly accepting the plan.

"Victor, let's head back," Mrs. Walker said to the driver in the front seat.

The driver nodded, started the engine, and the car slowly pulled out of the hospital gates.

When they returned to the Walker estate, they were surprised to find Vincent at home. It was a rare sight.

Recently, the illegitimate son that April Martinez bore him had been hospitalized with pneumonia. Vincent had acted as if the sky was falling, contacting experts from home and abroad for a simple case of pneumonia. Aside from work, he'd spent almost all his time at the hospital.

It had been difficult for Mrs. Walker and Yolanda to even get a glimpse of him.

"Where have you been?" Vincent asked casually as he saw his wife and daughter enter. He was sitting on the sofa, drinking tea.

"You still care...?" Yolanda started to retort, but Mrs. Walker stopped her.

"We went to the hospital. Yolanda wasn't feeling well today, so I took her for a check-up," Mrs. Walker said calmly.

"How is Yolanda?" Vincent looked at Yolanda, who was wearing a mask. Although her face was covered, her body was severely swollen, a clear sign that her condition was not well-managed.

"She's okay. Kidney disease is a chronic illness; it takes time to treat and recover from," Mrs. Walker said.

"Make sure you take good care of Yolanda. Find the best specialists. If she can't be treated here, take her abroad," Vincent added.

"Yes, I know," Mrs. Walker nodded with a smile, then turned to Yolanda. "Yolanda, let's go upstairs. Didn't the doctor tell you to get more rest?"

"Oh," Yolanda mumbled and hurried upstairs.

The two of them disappeared into the bedroom. As soon as the door closed, Yolanda slashed her arm across the entryway cabinet, sending a porcelain figurine flying.

The porcelain shattered instantly, sending fragments scattering across the floor.

"Yolanda, what's with the tantrum now?" Mrs. Walker asked, startled.

"Mom, did you see Dad? I'm this sick, and he couldn't care less. He only has eyes for that bastard child from his mistress. Mom, you're too soft hearted Why don't you just get nd of that little bastard?

Yolanda was furious, her face twisted in an ugly grimace.

"Your father's bloodline is tainted. The child is just an infant; we can't tell anything yet. It's questionable whether he'll even grow up healthy Why should 1 dirty my own hands so quickly?"

After speaking. Mrs. Walker patted Yolanda's shoulder. "You're still sick. The most important thing right now is for you to get well your father and Fare in the

each same boat. If we turn on

now and the boat

capsizes, we'll all go down together."