Yvonne really wanted to follow her doctor’s orders—no stress, no fighting. But Jeffrey was begging for a beating.
She was about to kick him into next week when a tall, imposing figure stepped between them. With effortless ease, Bennett broke Jeffrey’s grip on her arm.
Jeffrey stumbled, catching his balance just in time. He was furious, but seeing who it was, he swallowed his anger. “This is a Spencer family matter, Mr. Thompson. I don’t think you should interfere,” he said through gritted teeth.
“I’m interfering. What are you going to do about it?” Bennett replied with a cold smile before turning to Yvonne. “Are your tests done?”
“Yes,” she nodded.
“Let me see the report,” he said, holding out his hand.
She obediently handed him the file. He glanced through it, then gave it back. “Let’s go.”
Yvonne followed him toward the elevators, and they walked past Jeffrey without a second glance.
“Yvonne!” Jeffrey roared, his voice low with impotent rage. He didn’t dare challenge Bennett, so he directed his anger at her.
She acted as if she hadn’t heard a thing.

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