Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 145

Captain Lee nodded in agreement.

Gossip thrives wherever people gather, and soldiers were no exception. They kept talking, but Yvonne had heard enough.

She instinctively ducked away from them, quickening her pace. As she hurried down a short flight of stairs, she wasn’t watching where she was going and crashed head-on into Rachel, who was heading for the restroom.

“Ow!” Rachel yelped as the impact sent her tumbling down the steps, landing hard on her bottom.

“Yvonne, don’t you watch where you’re going?” Rachel complained, grimacing in pain as she sat on the floor.

“Are you okay?” Yvonne asked, extending a hand to help her up.

“I’ll live,” Rachel grumbled, dusting off her pants. “What’s the rush? You got a ghost chasing you?”

As she said it, she craned her neck to look behind Yvonne.

As fate would have it, she saw Bennett descending the main staircase, dressed in a sharp suit and carrying a manila folder.

The moment Commander Reed and the others saw Bennett, they scattered like mice from a cat, instantly silencing their conversation.

Rachel, however, looked as though she had just uncovered a massive conspiracy. She slapped a hand over her mouth dramatically. “So that’s why you were in such a hurry! Were you just having a secret rendezvous with Mr. Thompson? Yvonne, are you insane? He has a girlfriend! You’re really trying to steal the mayor’s daughter’s man?”

Yvonne just stared at her.

She felt like she’d been thrown into a muddy river with no way to prove she was clean.

“Cat got your tongue? Don’t think I didn’t see you two flirting on stage. I’m not blind,” Rachel declared, pointing to her own eyes for emphasis.

The mess hall food was standard military fare—not great, but not terrible either.

After she finished, she cleaned up the container and was about to get into bed. She pulled back the covers, only to find the sheets soaked with red ink.

A foul stench rose from the bed—it seemed the ink had been mixed with urine and feces.

“Oh, my, Yvonne, did you get your period?” Daisy called down from the top bunk, her voice dripping with malicious glee. “And what’s that smell? Did you shit the bed? That is so disgusting.”

Yvonne shot her a cold look.

These were the same pathetic bullying tactics Daisy had used on the original Yvonne. If she was still pulling these stunts, it meant the last couple of beatings hadn’t been severe enough.

Yvonne didn’t waste words. She walked over to the bunk and yanked Daisy down from the top bed.