Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 827

Jerome and his wife tiptoed into the room.

“Oh, I just don't know when Teresa will wake up. What the doctor said was so frightening… that she might never recover. Yvonne, don't be too sad. Your mother is a fighter; she'll pull through.”

Mrs. James said, dabbing at her eyes.

Yvonne wondered which of her aunt's eyes had detected any sadness in her expression. Not wanting to waste her breath, she remained silent.

Jerome and Mrs. James lingered in the room, their attention not on Teresa, but fixed on Yvonne.

Mrs. James kept nudging her husband. Jerome cleared his throat. “Yvonne, I heard from a friend… has Mr. Noah Thompson divorced that woman from the White family?”

“You're well-informed, Uncle,” Yvonne replied coolly.

She knew he wasn't just making small talk. There was an agenda, but she had no interest in hearing it.

In fact, she was annoyed. His own sister was lying in a hospital bed, fighting for her life, and all he could think about was scheming for his own gain.

“Well, Mr. Thompson is still young. Now that he's divorced, he won't stay single for long, will he? Yvonne…”

“Uncle,” Yvonne cut in, her voice sharp, “my mother is lying in that bed, and we don't know if she'll live or die. Do you really think now is the right time to gossip about the Thompsons?”

Her bluntness left no room for courtesy. Jerome's face turned ashen, and he looked like he was about to storm out.

His wife, however, was more adaptable, her smile never wavering.

“Yvonne, dear, we're all heartbroken about what happened to your mother. But even in grief, life goes on. Teresa is our family, and she wouldn't want to see us letting our lives fall apart because of her.”

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