Yolanda stood by Eden's side. Though she said nothing, even her flawless makeup couldn't hide her displeasure.
She felt utterly humiliated by the Monroe siblings.
After exchanging a few more pleasantries with Cynthia, Eden was pulled away by Yolanda.
Bennett walked over with Mr. Scott Sr. He beckoned to Yvonne, and she joined them.
"So this is your girlfriend? She seems quite nice," Mr. Scott Sr. said with a nod.
"Oh, she's just a bit stubborn," Bennett said with a smile.
"As long as you like her," Mr. Scott Sr. said gently before turning to Cynthia.
"Cynthia, please see Bennett and this young lady out for me."
"Yes, Grandfather." Cynthia nodded, then politely said to Bennett and Yvonne, "I apologize for not being a better host today. I'll make it up to you another time, Mr. Thompson, Ms. Jones."
"It was nothing, Cynthia. Don't worry about it," Bennett replied graciously.
Cynthia escorted Bennett and Yvonne to the entrance, and after a polite farewell, she watched them leave.
Cynthia stood on the steps, watching Bennett and Yvonne's retreating figures.
Yvonne's dress was fine indoors, but it looked a bit thin for the outdoors. There was still a dozen meters or so between the entrance and their parked car.
Bennett casually took off his coat and draped it over Yvonne's shoulders, pulling her into his arms to shield her as he helped her into the car.
"What are you looking at?" Mr. Scott Sr. asked, his voice low. He had appeared beside Cynthia at some point.
Cynthia glanced at Mr. Scott Sr. "Just feeling a bit sentimental. I remember how deeply Bennett and Yvonne loved each other, a love meant to last a lifetime. But after Yvonne's death, Bennett was able to fall for someone else, just as passionately. It seems nothing in this world is truly unchangeable."
After hearing this, Mr. Scott Sr. frowned slightly and said abruptly, "Noah didn't come. Are you disappointed?"
Cynthia chuckled. "There's nothing to be disappointed about. I knew he wouldn't come."

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