Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 38

“Mom has spent years trying to teach you, but you’re still so petty and small-minded. What a waste of her efforts.” Jeffrey glared at Yvonne, his dislike palpable.

Yvonne, who had been sipping her tea, merely smiled. Then, without warning, she hurled the teacup at him.

Jeffrey wasn’t as quick as she was. The cup hit him squarely in the chest, soaking his shirt with scalding tea.

“Yvonne, are you crazy?” he yelped, jumping up from the sofa, his face contorted with rage.

“Sorry, my hand slipped,” Yvonne said with a complete lack of sincerity. “But a man as forgiving and magnanimous as you wouldn’t hold a little thing like this against me, right?”

“You—!” Jeffrey’s chest was wet and stinging. He was so furious he was shaking.

“Me what? You won’t find the words ‘forgiving’ or ‘magnanimous’ in my dictionary. Those words just mean sacrificing yourself for someone else’s benefit. Why on earth would I do that?”

“You’re incorrigible,” Jeffrey muttered, unable to argue further. He turned and stormed off.

“Jacob, are you alright?” Queena asked, feigning deep concern as she followed him upstairs.

“Is dinner ready? I’m hungry,” Yvonne said, turning to a maid. Whether Jeffrey was burned was of far less importance to her than what was on the menu.

“Yes, it’s ready. Sir, Madam, shall we serve now?” the maid asked timidly, sensing the tense atmosphere.

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