Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 952

Yolanda was losing control.

Mrs. Walker grabbed her hand, trying to soothe her. "Just a little longer, Yolanda. We have to be patient. The Thompsons are at the height of their power, and Bennett is no pushover. We can't act rashly, or all our efforts will be for nothing."

"Wait, wait, wait, that's all you ever say! How long do I have to wait?" Yolanda snapped, annoyed and agitated.

"Until that little bitch Yvonne Jones gives birth. A new daughter and a dead wife—a celebration and a funeral all at once. It will be quite the event. Don't worry, Mom has already made all the arrangements."

Mrs. Walker held Yolanda's hand and patted it gently.

Yolanda finally calmed down after hearing this, though she still wasn't completely satisfied. "That little bitch should end up just like that slut Flora Moore—both of them dead, mother and child. That would be perfect."

"Don't be ridiculous. We leave the child for the Thompsons. If they're busy with the little one, they won't have time to worry about us. It makes things easier for us to act. If both of them die, the Thompsons will investigate the cause of death relentlessly, and our family can't withstand that kind of scrutiny."

Mrs. Walker explained with a sigh of resignation.

Yolanda said no more, reluctantly accepting the plan.

"Victor, let's head back," Mrs. Walker said to the driver in the front seat.

The driver nodded, started the engine, and the car slowly pulled out of the hospital gates.

When they returned to the Walker estate, they were surprised to find Vincent at home. It was a rare sight.

Recently, the illegitimate son that April Martinez bore him had been hospitalized with pneumonia. Vincent had acted as if the sky was falling, contacting experts from home and abroad for a simple case of pneumonia. Aside from work, he'd spent almost all his time at the hospital.

It had been difficult for Mrs. Walker and Yolanda to even get a glimpse of him.

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