Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 123

But her fate was sealed. There was nothing George or Queena could do.

“Mom, just hang in there. Ten years will fly by,” Queena said, her eyes red. Then, through gritted teeth, she added, “That bitch Yvonne… I will make her pay for this.”

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With Megan sentenced, Yvonne felt an incredible sense of relief, as if a weight had been lifted from her chest. It must have been the original Yvonne’s lingering emotions—the pain, the grief, the injustice. With Megan finally punished, her soul could find peace.

Yvonne treated Sandra and her lawyer to a celebratory dinner. After a satisfying meal, she returned to the Spencer estate.

“Yvonne, you’re back! Have you eaten? I had Jenny make your favorite—crispy calamari,” Teresa said with a warm smile from the living room couch, where she was watching TV. She was clearly unaware of Megan’s sentencing, but it was a rare occasion for her to remember Yvonne’s preferences.

“I just ate. You can have it,” Yvonne replied coolly, heading straight for the stairs. This belated display of motherly affection meant nothing to her now.

After dinner, the smell of food clung to her clothes. She tossed them in the hamper and took a quick shower. She was standing in front of her vanity, drying her hair, when a knock came at the door. Before she could answer, Queena walked in, her eyes red and swollen.

“What do you want?” Yvonne asked, turning off the hair dryer and fixing her with a cold stare.

“My mother is in prison. She was sentenced to twelve years,” Queena said, glaring at her.

“She got what she deserved. Our country’s laws are just,” Yvonne replied. Megan should have been imprisoned five years ago for abusing the original Yvonne, but her weakling of a host had been powerless to stop that scumbag father from covering it up.

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