Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 216

Sandra lived in a high-end apartment in the city center, a modest three-bedroom place of just over a thousand square feet that she had once shared with her husband.

Now, their wedding photo still hung in the bedroom. In the picture, the man was of average looks, tall and good-natured, and Sandra was smiling sweetly.

Sandra had told her they were college sweethearts who stayed in Istra after graduation to build a life together. They started from scratch, and after a few years of hard work, they went from having nothing to owning a car and a home.

Their life had stabilized, and they were planning to have a child. But when Sandra was two months pregnant, her husband was murdered.

A happy family, shattered in an instant.

Sandra forced herself to arrange the funeral, but the overwhelming grief likely caused her to miscarry.

From then on, the only thing left in Sandra's life was revenge. It was the sole reason she kept going.

"I don't have any soda, is bottled water okay?" Sandra asked, pulling a bottle of mineral water from the fridge and handing it to Yvonne.

"Queena's moved out of the Spencer house, and Teresa has finally remembered she has another daughter. Her sudden burst of maternal affection is more than I can handle, so I had to hide out here."

Yvonne added, "I've already got an agent looking for a place for me. I'll move out as soon as I find something suitable."

"No rush. I'm all alone in this place. It's empty. It's nice to have you here for company," Sandra said.

Yvonne smiled and nodded, twisting open the water bottle and taking a sip as she listened to Sandra talk about George's case.

"Peter confessed to everything, and we have the ledgers. With both a witness and physical evidence, it'll be hard for George to get acquitted. The only question is whether the Rogers family will try to bail him out."

"Yvonne, try these. I watched the cook make them myself. They should be good," Teresa said, serving Yvonne with a fawning expression.

Yvonne just gave her a cool look and said, "Thank you." Then she went back to eating, leaving the piece of rib untouched.

Teresa's eyes filled with disappointment, and she looked like she was about to cry.

But Yvonne didn't even glance at her.

Later that night, just as Yvonne had showered and changed into a nightgown, there was a knock on her door. Teresa came in carrying a glass of warm milk.

"Yvonne, drink this before you sleep. Milk helps you rest and it's good for your skin."