Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 116

That evening, Yvonne hitched a ride home with George.

“What a surprise to see you two come home together,” Teresa said with a warm smile as she took her husband’s suit jacket and briefcase.

“She’s a signed artist now. She had a meeting at the company, so she came back with me,” George explained casually, careful not to reveal the true reason.

“Yvonne’s popularity is soaring,” Teresa remarked happily. “Once Mr. Turner’s movie comes out, she could become a household name.”

“Mm,” George grunted, his expression sour. His carefully cultivated star, Queena, was now a pariah, while Yvonne was climbing to success on her downfall. It was a bitter pill to swallow. But he didn’t dare defend Queena in front of Teresa, who had recently, and bizarrely, accused him of having an affair with her. He had managed to smooth things over, but he was still walking on eggshells.

That night, for the first time in a long while, the entire family of six sat down for dinner together. The table was laden with delicious food, but aside from a single steamed fish, there was no seafood. Queena looked miserable, letting out a few soft sobs, but Teresa and Jeffrey ignored her, occasionally placing food on Yvonne’s plate instead.

George, fearing another outburst from his wife, said nothing.

Only little Joseph was oblivious. “The food is great today!” he chirped. “I hate seafood. It stinks.” He looked up and saw Yvonne watching him, and he immediately froze. “Did I say something wrong again?”

“No. Be good and eat your dinner,” Yvonne said, placing a rib on his plate.

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