Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 65

Matthew sat in the rest area, his initial annoyance slowly giving way to a fascination that made it hard to look away.

His eyes were glued to Yvonne when Queena’s assistant suddenly rushed over.

“Mr. Gonzalez, it’s terrible! Queena was touching up her makeup in the dressing room and she fainted!”

Matthew’s expression changed instantly. He shot up from his chair and hurried toward the dressing rooms.

Inside, Queena was lying on a chaise lounge, her face pale, looking utterly fragile.

The set’s on-call doctor was examining her.

“How is she?” Matthew asked, his face grim with worry.

“Ms. Spencer collapsed from a combination of exhaustion and severe emotional distress,” the doctor said, removing his stethoscope and sighing. “If this continues, it could easily develop into clinical depression. You must talk to her and help her through this. She’s so young, she shouldn’t be bottling things up.” He looked from Queena to Matthew. “Ms. Spencer, your boyfriend clearly cares for you deeply. Don’t do anything foolish that would cause him to worry.”

Queena, who had just begun to stir, leaned weakly against the lounge, her eyes red as she let out soft, whimpering sobs.

Her assistant, Judy, couldn’t hold back any longer. “Mr. Gonzalez, Queena is only like this because she loves you so much! What has she done wrong? Your fiancée torments her on set, and then she brings your mother here just to humiliate Queena further. Now everyone on set is calling her a shameless homewrecker.

“She’s not sleeping, she just hides and cries all night. Then she has to work all day. How can her body take it?”

“Judy, that’s enough. Stop it,” Queena said weakly, waiting until her assistant had finished to offer a token protest.

“Matthew, don’t listen to her. Yvonne is my sister; she would never hurt me. She’s just a little young and headstrong. As her older sister, I should be more understanding.”

With that, she tried to sit up, only to collapse back onto the lounge with a gasp of weakness.

“Queena, you’re too weak. Don’t move, just lie down,” Matthew said, his voice filled with concern. He gently helped her back, carefully covering her with a light blanket. “You just rest. I’ll handle everything else. I won’t let anyone bully you.”

He stormed out of the room, furious.

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