Yvonne York covered her face, looking at Mr. York in shock. "Dad, why did you hit me?" Mr. York was trembling with anger, "It’s all because of you that the York Family ended up . You still have the nerve to ask why I hit you?" Mrs. York was crying beside them, "Yvonne, how could you be so foolish? Now Yara has been taken away, and our family is ruined." Yvonne held her face, looking aggrieved, her tears welling up but helpless. "What Caden just said, is it all true?" Mr. York pointed at her, questioning, "Did you instruct your sister to drive into Vivian Lynch?" Yvonne quickly shook her head, "Dad, it wasn’t me, I didn’t." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥 "Still trying to argue? Your sister may be stubborn and willful, but she wouldn’t be so impulsive. If you hadn’t incited her, how could she do something so reckless?" Mr. York said angrily. Yvonne bit her lip, finally unable to hold back her tears. "Dad, I really didn’t provoke Yara. She couldn’t stand Vivian and wanted to stand up for me, that’s why she did it. I didn’t think things would turn out this way." Mr. York looked at her, his eyes filled with disappointment. "You still don’t repent. You think I don’t know your intentions? You’ve always been jealous of Vivian, wanting to win back Caden. But have you ever thought about how your actions would bring disaster to our family?" Yvonne lowered her head, not daring to look her father in the eye. She knew she was wrong, but she couldn’t turn back now. Mrs. York wiped her tears, pulling Mr. York’s hand and said, "Alright, stop blaming Yvonne. We should think of a way to get Yara out." "Rescue her from what? Attempted murder deserves a sentence, it’s her own doing." Mr. York sat down on the sofa in anger, hands on his hips. Hearing this, Mrs. York sighed, "Caden is determined to send Yara to prison. Our only hope is to plead with Vivian, see if she can soften and persuade Caden to let Yara go." Upon hearing this, Yvonne quickly said, "Mom, do you want me to beg Vivian?" Mrs. York glared at her, "You caused all this, if you don’t go, then who will?" Yvonne shook her head quickly, "No, we can’t ask Vivian. She definitely won’t forgive us." Mr. York glared at her. "Then what do you suggest? Just watch Yara go to jail?" Yvonne was silent for a moment, then said, "We can ask President Everett for help. He’s always opposed Caden, maybe he has a way to save Yara. He said he would protect the York Family, but..." "But what?" Mr. York asked. Yvonne bit her red lips, "But he wants all the shares of our company’s subsidiary." "What?" Upon hearing this, Mr. York’s eyes widened, "Has he gone crazy, or have I?" Mr. York, angry, stood up and paced back and forth in the room. "This is clearly taking advantage of us! How can we easily give him the York Family’s shares?" Yvonne said helplessly, "But if we don’t ask for his help, Yara will have to go to jail." Mr. York stopped and fell into deep thought. Mrs. York, anxious, said, "What do we do now? Is there no other way?" Yvonne thought for a moment, then said, "Why don’t we think of other methods? Maybe we can find some connections to pave the way." Mr. York shook his head. "In this situation, who would dare to help us? Caden’s influence is so vast, who would dare to offend him?" For a moment, the room fell silent. They all knew the current situation was dire, no matter which path they chose, it was fraught with risk. "Honey, you’re back?" Vivian Lynch was drawing a design draft when she saw Caden Hawthorne return, she quickly put down her pen and happily ran towards him. Caden extended his arms and immediately gave Vivian a big hug, even spinning her around before putting her down. "Wifey, seeing me back makes you this happy?" "Of course," Vivian smiled lightly, holding Caden’s hand and saying, "Come here, take a look at my jewelry design sketches." Caden followed Vivian to the table, looking at her jewelry design sketches, his eyes filled with admiration. "Honey, your drawings are beautiful. These designs are so creative, they’ll definitely be in demand." Vivian’s heart was full of joy hearing Caden’s praise. "Really? I was worried you wouldn’t like them." Caden gently scraped her nose, "Anything you design, I like." Vivian beamed with joy, quickly taking out the other sketches and handing them to Caden, "Then all these sketches, I’m giving them to you!" "Giving them to me?" Caden looked surprised, glancing down at the sketches in his hands. Vivian nodded, "I know you’ve been wanting a jewelry designer to come up with new styles, develop them, and launch them. Even though I’m not famous yet, as long as you like my designs, these sketches are authorized for your company. You can use them for development." Caden was deeply moved, tightly holding Vivian’s hand. "Honey, you’re so good to me. In my heart, you are irreplaceable. Don’t forget, last time at the jewelry competition, you were the champion. Your designs will definitely make the company’s jewelry products shine." Vivian smiled as she held his hand back, saying, "I believe in your vision and capability, you can definitely turn these designs into beautiful jewelry." Caden looked at the design sketches in his hand, already starting to think about how to transform these designs into actual products. He knew that this was not only Vivian’s hard work but also a testament to their love. In this warm moment, their eyes were filled with love and trust for each other. In the hospital, Stella Fletcher just finished her IV and got down from the hospital bed, preparing to go outside for some food. Unexpectedly, Benjamin Shaw came, carrying a basket of fruit. "You look much better today, how are you? Does your stomach still hurt?" Faced with Benjamin’s concern, Stella nodded, "Thank you, Dr. Shaw, I’m much better now!" "I bought you some fruit." With that, Benjamin placed the fruit basket on the bedside table. "Dr. Shaw, it’s already nice of you to come see me, and you even bought fruit, how can I accept this?" Stella said, feeling awkward. "It’s nothing, it’s what I should do." Benjamin smiled gently. "By the way, you haven’t had lunch, right?" Stella couldn’t help but ask, "How about I treat you to a meal as a thank you for the care you’ve given me these past days?"