Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 202

Yvonne was hospitalized with a high fever and remained unconscious for a full day and night. When she woke up, her mind was a complete blank.

“Ms. Jones, you’re finally awake,” Helen said, her face lighting up with relief from her seat beside the bed.

“What… happened to me?” Yvonne moved her lips, only to discover her voice was painfully hoarse.

“Your wound got infected, and you had a persistent high fever. You were unconscious for a whole day and night,” Helen explained, reaching out to feel Yvonne’s forehead. Thankfully, the fever had finally broken.

It would have been such a shame if a pretty girl like her suffered permanent damage.

“The fever’s gone, thank goodness. Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere else?” Helen asked with concern.

Yvonne’s head was splitting, her throat was dry and sore, and she felt utterly drained of strength. But she figured these were just the aftereffects of the injury and fever, and they would fade with time.

Yvonne shook her head, then asked, puzzled, “Why are you here?”

“The young master asked me to come take care of you. It wouldn’t be proper for a man like him to look after a young lady like you while you’re injured,” Helen said.

Yvonne pressed her lips together in silence as her memory slowly returned, recalling the events in the basement.

“Bennett… was he hurt?” Yvonne asked, her voice raspy.

“Just a minor scrape on his back, but his hand was injured quite badly. Luckily, it was just a flesh wound, no damage to the bones or tendons. Otherwise, how could he ever hold a gun again?” Helen said.

“How did he hurt his hand?” Yvonne asked, confused. She remembered him fighting those men, but his hands hadn’t been injured then.

“The young master shattered the ventilation window with his bare hands. That’s how you were rescued,” Helen told her honestly.

Yvonne fell silent upon hearing this, her long, thick lashes hiding the emotion in her eyes.

“Megan must have had George’s approval when she swapped me and Queena. He probably knew I was being abused by the Reeds all those years but just couldn’t be bothered to care. In his heart, only Queena is his real daughter.”

Yvonne’s tone was cold and sarcastic.

“That scumbag George… even a firing squad would be too good for him,” Sandra said angrily. “It’s a shame the men who attacked you got away. It’ll probably be hard to catch them now.”

Yvonne replied, “It’s fine. With Peter in custody, he’s bound to talk. It won’t be easy for George to get away scot-free this time.”

Sandra nodded, cutting the peeled apple into small pieces and holding one to Yvonne’s lips.

Yvonne took a small bite and continued, “What about the film set?”

“Don’t worry, I’ve already spoken with the director. Just focus on getting better these next few days. And please, be careful,” Sandra urged.