Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 97

“If you feel so strongly, go pay him a visit at his home,” Yvonne replied coolly.

“Oh, we don’t need to be so formal. When is he coming to the hospital? I could thank him in person then,” Queena said.

The Thompson family was in a league of their own. Queena didn’t even know where they lived, let alone have any hope of getting past their front gate.

Yvonne had no patience for her games. She closed her eyes and turned her back.

“Yvonne is still weak. If you don’t have anything else, you should probably go and let her rest,” Helen said, tactfully dismissing them.

After they left, Helen sat by the bed, peeling an apple for Yvonne. “Is that really your mother?” she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. Most mothers would be at their daughter’s bedside day and night after surgery, but Teresa had offered a few empty words and then left.

Yvonne took a bite of the apple, a small, bitter laugh escaping her. “I wish she weren’t.” Without the bond of blood, there would be no room for disappointment.

Teresa didn’t visit again, likely too busy with shopping and card games. Queena, however, made several trips to the hospital, each time dressed to impress, but she never managed to run into Bennett.

“Yvonne, why hasn’t Mr. Thompson been to the hospital? He saved you, and I haven’t had a chance to thank him properly,” Queena finally asked, unable to contain her impatience.

Yvonne, munching on an apple, snorted. “Are you addicted to playing the role of the perfect sister? How exactly do you plan on thanking Bennett? By washing yourself up and serving yourself to him on a platter?”

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