Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 221

She would never again set foot in Istra, this city that had brought her so much pain. This time, their parting was final; they would never meet again in this lifetime.

“Yvonne, I regret it so much. If I had just listened to you back then, if I hadn’t dropped the charges and had gotten George thrown in prison sooner, Lucien wouldn't have died. It was my fault he's dead.”

Marina hugged Yvonne, sobbing heartbrokenly.

But there were no do-overs in this world, and the dead couldn't be brought back to life.

Yvonne reached out and gently patted her back, offering what little comfort she could.

“Marina, you don’t have any family left in your hometown. If you don’t want to go back, you can stay here in Istra. Yvonne and I are planning to start our own agency. If you don't want to be an actress, you could work behind the scenes,”

Sandra said with a soft sigh.

Though she was frustrated with Marina's past choices, she also sympathized with her plight.

But Marina shook her head. “No. I have to go back. Lucien’s parents are in our hometown, and I need to go back to take care of them for him.”

As Marina finished speaking, a station announcement came over the speakers. Her train was now boarding.

“Sandra, Yvonne, I’m leaving now. Take care of yourselves.”

With that, Marina grabbed her suitcase and walked towards the boarding gate without a single look back.

After seeing Marina off, Yvonne and Sandra drove back to the city.

Sandra was driving, her eyes on the road as she discussed the details of starting their agency with Yvonne.

Leaning on her eldest son Jeffrey’s shoulder, Teresa’s tears finally broke through, and she began to sob pitifully.

In the midst of her grief, she saw Yvonne walk in through the gate.

“Yvonne, you’re back.” Teresa wiped the tears from her cheeks and looked at Yvonne. “The court has seized the villa. We’re moving to the large apartment in the West End. I’ve already had the maids prepare the rooms there, and your things will be moved over soon. As for that bastard, we’ll just pretend he’s dead. From now on, the four of us will live a good life together.”

Although George and his company were ruined, Teresa’s personal assets were prenuptial property and had been protected. She still owned several properties and commercial spaces, so they were far from homeless.

But their days of glory were gone forever.

Yvonne looked at her coolly and shook her head. “There’s no need. I’ve already found my own place. I’ll be living alone from now on.”