Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 165

The drive from the Spencer estate to Cherry Bay wasn’t short, taking nearly an hour. Without a key card, Yvonne had to park at the entrance of the complex. She got out with Bullet and didn’t have to wait long before Helen came rushing out to meet them.

“Bullet!” Helen called out with a wide smile. Worried he might have grown distant, she held out a bag of his favorite treats.

But Bullet, seeming to sense that he was about to be separated from Yvonne, showed little enthusiasm for Helen, ignoring the treats she offered.

“Bullet, don’t be rude,” Yvonne said, gently patting his head.

Only then did Bullet lick at the treats Helen was holding. After finishing, he let out a couple of soft barks, as if to say thank you.

“I can’t believe how well he listens to you, Ms. Jones,” Helen remarked. “The other day, Ms. Walker tried to pet him, and he got so aggressive he scared her to tears.” Realizing she’d said too much, Helen trailed off awkwardly.

Yvonne unloaded Bullet’s toys and food from the car and handed them to Helen. Just as she was about to give some final instructions, her phone rang.

She answered it, and her expression immediately changed.

“Helen, I have to go. Please take good care of Bullet,” Yvonne said quickly. She bent down and hugged the dog tightly. “Be a good boy for Helen, okay? I’ll come visit you when I have time.”

Bullet whimpered in response, his eyes full of reluctance, but he obediently sat by Helen’s side, watching forlornly as Yvonne’s car sped away.

Yvonne drove fast, finally pulling up in front of a five-star hotel. The entrance was already swarming with reporters. Wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap, she managed to slip through the crowd and into the hotel.

“Where is she?” she asked, her voice tight.

“She’s locked herself in the bedroom and won’t come out,” Sandra said, gesturing toward the closed door.

Yvonne walked over and knocked, calling Marina’s name several times, but there was no response. Fearing Marina might do something drastic, she didn't hesitate. She drew back her leg and kicked the door hard, right next to the handle.

The lock splintered, and the door flew open, revealing a dark, eerily silent bedroom.

Marina was slumped on the floor beside the bed. Her clothes were rumpled, clearly thrown on in a hurry, and her long hair was a tangled mess. Her face was pale and streaked with tears, and her eyes were empty, as if she were in a trance.