Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 19

“If you can’t speak like a decent human being, then don’t speak at all,” she said coldly. “Tell the Smith family I’ll see them in court.”

“You insolent whelp!” George roared, pounding his fist on the table.

Yvonne ignored him and stood to leave, but Teresa blocked her path.

Teresa’s approach was much softer than George’s. The two of them were playing good cop, bad cop, turning their family drama into a full-blown performance.

“Yvonne,” Teresa began, “you may not know this, but Daisy’s father is a senior executive at Vivid Channel. Our family runs a talent agency. We can’t afford to make enemies of them.”

“Whether you can afford it or not has nothing to do with me,” Yvonne replied, casually picking at her nails.

“Yvonne, how can you say that? We are a family. We rise and fall together,” Teresa pleaded.

So now, when they needed her to back down, they were a family. How amusing.

Yvonne let out a short, sharp laugh. “Well, that’s a new one. I didn’t realize we were a family. In that case, since we’re family, let me be direct.”

“Everything Queena has—the clothes, the jewelry, the designer bags, and the fifty-thousand-dollar monthly allowance—I want it all too,” Yvonne stated, laying out her terms.

In the five years since the original Yvonne had returned to this family, she had lived with less than even the maids, while the fake heiress, Queena, continued to live in the lap of luxury.

Yvonne refused to tolerate such an injustice.

“Fine, fine,” Teresa conceded. “You and Queena are both my daughters. You should be treated equally.”

“And one more thing. I want to switch rooms with Queena,” Yvonne added.

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