Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 222

With that, Yvonne walked over to the truck loaded with their belongings and pulled out a few of her own clothes and personal items. She didn't touch any of the designer gowns or jewelry that Teresa had bought for her.

Carrying a small box, she looked at Teresa again, her voice calm and distant. “I’m an adult now; you have no obligation to support me any longer. I accepted your support when I was younger, so I suppose that counts for something. In the future, I’ll send you monthly payments. Let’s just treat each other like distant relatives.”

After she finished speaking, Yvonne turned and walked out of the villa, pulling her box behind her.

“Yvonne! Yvonne!” Teresa watched her daughter’s retreating back, crying her heart out. She knew she had finally and completely lost this daughter.

Yvonne took her things back to the apartment she was temporarily renting.

It was a spacious two-bedroom in the city center, more than enough for one person. Most importantly, it was conveniently located, not far from Sandra's apartment or their new office space.

After briefly unpacking, Yvonne drove out again.

She went to a small, exclusive restaurant.

The place was tucked away at the end of an alley and hard to find. It was run by a husband-and-wife team who served authentic cuisine.

The restaurant had been open for many years and served a clientele of mostly regulars.

Yvonne used to come here often with her parents. Her mother’s birthday dinner was held here every year.

Yvonne timed her arrival perfectly, running into Bruce and Monica just as they arrived, with Bennett following behind them.

Bennett was carrying a cake box. It was Monica’s birthday.

“Mrs. Jones, Mr. Jones, what a coincidence,” Yvonne said, feigning surprise as she walked toward them with a smile.

“Yvonne.” Monica was surprised to see her, but her face quickly softened into a warm, affectionate smile. “What are you doing here?”

Bennett’s dark eyes narrowed slightly as he gave her a quick, silent glance.

The four of them entered the private room, and a waiter followed them in to set the table.

“Please set five places, thank you,” Monica said to the waiter from her seat.

There were only four of them, but she asked for five place settings. The waiter was puzzled but didn’t say anything.

After the waiter left, Yvonne casually asked, “Is someone else joining you?”

Monica shook her head and replied with a gentle smile, “The extra place setting is for our Yvonne.”

Yvonne was suddenly at a loss for words. She looked at her mother, who was smiling tenderly, but the corners of her eyes were already turning red.