Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 211

Oscar and Queena's engagement party was held over the weekend.

The Rogers family went all out, booking an entire hotel and inviting all the prominent figures of Istra's high society.

Queena made a grand entrance in a stunning, custom-made designer gown, arm in arm with George. Both father and daughter were beaming.

Teresa was also happily occupied, mingling with the society wives she knew well.

Yvonne, seated with Jeffrey and Joseph Spencer, chose an inconspicuous table.

Jeffrey turned to Yvonne, hesitating before saying, "When you get married, Mom and Dad will give you the same wedding gifts and grand celebration. In their eyes, you and Queena are both their daughters. They'll treat you equally."

After hearing this, Yvonne glanced at him coolly and said with a sneer, "Jeffrey, do you even believe that yourself?"

Jeffrey instinctively wanted to argue, but the words wouldn't come. It was obvious he knew full well that George and Teresa favored Queena.

"Jeffrey, do you know why George is so good to Queena?" Yvonne picked up her glass of juice and took a casual sip.

"You're not going to suggest Dad and Queena are having an affair, are you? That's impossible." Jeffrey had his suspicions, so he had been watching his father and adopted sister closely, but their interactions were never inappropriate—just like a father and daughter.

"There is an improper relationship, but they're not lovers. She's his illegitimate daughter," Yvonne said nonchalantly, sipping her juice as if discussing something trivial that had nothing to do with her.

"What did you say?" Jeffrey's eyes widened in stunned disbelief.

Deep down, Jeffrey knew Yvonne couldn't be lying. A lie like this would be too easy to expose.

He just didn't want to believe it. But after seeing the paternity test on his phone, his last shred of hope was shattered.

Jeffrey racked his brain, recalling the past years. George had indeed treated Queena like the apple of his eye, favoring her over his own sons. He had even reminded them more than once to give way to their sister and protect her.

A fire ignited in Jeffrey's chest, burning so hot it nearly consumed his reason. He shot up from his seat, ready to confront George.

But before he could take a step, Yvonne grabbed his arm.