During dinner, Bruce learned of Sienna's connection to Nathan and merely nodded coldly.

No matter how strong the Goodman family was, they were undeterred; Yvette's charge would be protected.

At the Goodman family hospital, Nathan's personal physician carefully bandaged his wounds, taking an hour—a task that should have taken twenty minutes—fearful of causing further injury. Nathan's expression darkened as he considered the day's events. The doctor, sensing the oppressive aura, struggled to keep his hands steady.

After the bandaging, Nathan returned to the Goodman residence. Exiting his car, he saw Braydon on the lawn, playing with Odin. It was ironic; his brother treated the dog better than him. Odin, a casual gift from Yvette, had become Braydon's constant companion over the years, a respite from gang affairs.

Tyson, standing near Braydon, watched Nathan approach, his stern expression betraying his shock at the white bandage on Nathan's wrist. He thought, Who dared to hurt him? With a deep bow, Tyson announced, "Mr. Braydon Goodman, Mr. Nathan Goodman has arrived."

Braydon didn't look up, continuing to play with Odin. Odin barked at Nathan, ready to attack until Braydon restrained him. Nathan shot a disgusted look at the grinning dog and its owner. He revealed his bandaged wrist.

Braydon's gaze shifted from Odin to Nathan's injury. He paused, then asked coldly, "Who hurt you?"

A flicker of concern from Braydon softened Nathan's heart, but he hesitated. He considered telling Braydon about Yvette's return to Mysonna. He'd initially wanted Yvette to face consequences, but now he worried about revealing her location. Braydon's obsession with Yvette meant he'd likely rush to her, endangering himself given Yvette's ruthlessness. Ultimately, Nathan decided to keep the information hidden. If Yvette truly intended to harm Braydon, no one could stop her. Forcing a smile, Nathan replied, "It's nothing. I just hurt myself accidentally."

Braydon stared at Nathan's hand, his expression unreadable. Nathan's body stiffened until Braydon looked away, then he relaxed.

"You're quite careless," Braydon remarked. "Did that woman hurt you? Why the secrecy?"

The mention of Sienna tightened Nathan's fingers with anger. "You're saying I'll do anything for Sienna? Aren't you also obsessed with Yvette?"

Realizing his mistake, Nathan regretted his words as he saw Braydon's expression change. The lawn fell silent. Tyson mentally scolded Nathan for his poor judgment. Mentioning Yvette was taboo; few dared speak her name.

Braydon's eyes glowed like a black wolf's. His gaze was sharp, instilling fear. His voice was chilling. "What is Sienna? How can she compare to Yvette? If I hear such words again, I'll make Sienna disappear for good."

Nathan's expression darkened. Braydon was unpredictable. Knowing his temperament, Nathan softened his attitude. With a tremor in his voice, he said, "Braydon, I'm sorry. You can't touch Sienna. She's pregnant with my child. If anything happens to her, it's two lives lost. I'll handle my affairs. You don't need to worry. Just visit Grandpa when you can."

Braydon glanced at him sideways, his tone dripping with disdain. "I'll see him when he dies."

Nathan was stunned. He thought, Damian drugged Braydon to make him miss Yvette's whereabouts for two months. Is that why he harbors such hatred? Yvette was a threat; she could destroy the Goodman family at any moment.

Later that night, Yvette, dressed in a black sweatshirt, cap, and with her hair tied back, left the villa and headed to the Raindrop Bar in Mysonna's western district. The bar was lively. Yvette found a corner booth. Her cap concealed her face, though a few patrons glimpsed her profile and speculated on her beauty.

She ordered hot milk, a peculiar choice that drew puzzled looks. Then she removed her cap, stunning everyone with her beauty. Ignoring the stares, she continued sipping her milk.

Half an hour later, two men with bleached hair eyed Yvette with malicious intent. They were low-level members of the Tiger Head Gang, scouting for vulnerable girls to lure into drug use. They'd been doing this for over a year, operating secretly since the Blaze Hall prohibited drug manufacturing and sales. The Tiger Head Gang, once a minor faction, had recently become the largest under the Blaze Hall after their boss acquired a new, lucrative drug, expanding their operations—particularly at the Raindrop Bar—with the Blaze Hall's tacit approval.