Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 206

George was essentially giving away more than half of the Spencer family's assets for Queena’s wedding gifts. But Queena wasn't Teresa's biological daughter, and Teresa had three children of her own, two of them sons.

“George, isn’t that a bit too much?” Teresa hesitated.

Sitting next to Teresa, Queena’s expression soured slightly at her words.

Teresa always claimed to treat her like her own daughter, yet she was being stingy with her wedding gifts.

“Dad, it’s okay if I don’t have a wedding gifts. Please don’t make things difficult for Mom. My older brother isn’t married yet, and my younger brother is still young. Mom has to plan for them too. I’m not her real daughter, after all.”

Queena spoke with perfect graciousness, but her eyes filled with tears, making her look pitiful and wronged.

Seeing this, George immediately grew annoyed. “You are marrying into the prestigious Rogers family. A generous wedding gifts will give you standing in your new home. I still make the decisions in this house, so you don’t need to worry about what anyone else thinks.”

That “anyone else” clearly included Teresa.

Teresa felt a sharp pain in her chest from the anger. She was finally seeing Queena’s manipulative side.

In the past, these tactics of playing the victim were always used on that other little girl.

But Teresa was nothing like that weak-willed girl. As the eldest daughter of the James family, Teresa was not one to be trifled with.

“George, if you give half of our family’s fortune to Queena as a wedding gifts, have you thought about Jeffrey and Joseph…” Teresa said, incensed. However, George cut her off before she could finish.

As long as Queena married into the Rogers family, she would be set for life.

The phone on the living room coffee table suddenly vibrated. George glanced at the caller ID, hesitated for a moment, and then answered.

He listened as the person on the other end spoke, his expression growing more complex and his face turning darker. After a long pause, he replied in a hoarse voice, “Don’t worry. As long as Queena successfully marries Mr. Rogers, we’ll be family. I won’t say a word.”

After ending the call, George tossed the phone back onto the coffee table and leaned his head back, looking utterly weighed down.

As he was lost in thought with his eyes closed, he suddenly sensed another presence beside him. He opened his eyes to find Yvonne standing before him, having appeared as if out of thin air.

Whether it was his guilty conscience or not, George’s face paled in shock, which quickly turned to rage. “You beast! You dare to come back here!”