Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 172

Matthew’s face fell, and he quickly tried to explain.

“Yvonne, please, just let me explain. I honestly didn’t know it was you who used your settlement money to give me my startup capital. I always thought… I thought that money came from Queena. I was only trying to be good to her to make up for the past.”

“You really didn’t know?” Yvonne asked, her eyes cold and sharp.

“I…” Matthew opened his mouth to argue, but the words caught in his throat.

“Matthew, did you really not know where the money came from? Or was it that, deep down, you just wanted it to be Queena? That way, you’d have the perfect excuse to keep stringing your first love along. Let’s face it, you’re just a pathetic man who wants to have his cake and eat it too.”

Yvonne’s words stripped away his pretense, leaving him exposed. Under her clear, unwavering gaze, the color drained from his face, and his eyes grew red.

He stubbornly kept the gift box held out to her.

Yvonne finally took it, opened it, and saw a designer bracelet inside. It was worth around a hundred thousand dollars—not extravagantly expensive, but for Matthew in his current state, it was likely everything he had.

“You give Queena million-dollar jewels, and you give me this cheap trinket?” she sneered, tossing the box back at him. “Matthew, what do you take me for?”

His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice cracked. “Yvonne, I sold the watch my father left me to buy that bracelet. It’s the best I can offer you right now.”

“But I don’t want it,” she said coldly. “Matthew, do you really think I’m still that same naive girl who would be thrilled to get a cheap silver bracelet from you?”

That naive girl was long dead.

The party at the Spencer estate lasted until nightfall.

Yvonne waited until the last guest had left before heading back inside. The moment she stepped into the living room, a teacup came flying at her head.

Her reflexes were sharp; she ducked sideways just in time. The cup shattered against the wall behind her, followed by George’s enraged roar. The man’s first instinct was always to yell and throw things. She often wondered what Teresa, a daughter of the prestigious James family, had ever seen in him. It must have been just his looks.

“You insolent brat! Who gave you permission to run your mouth in front of Mr. Rogers and slander your sister?”

“Yvonne, you were completely out of line today,” Teresa added, her face stern. “How could you say such things? Queena is your sister. We are a family—we rise and fall together. If you continue to be so thoughtless, you won’t be attending any more birthday parties. You can stay in your room, just like before.”