Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 240

Jerome also gifted a famous work of calligraphy, one his wife had flown to an auction house to acquire after a long wait. It was rarer and more expensive than Joshua's painting.

But Mr. James Sr. merely gave it a cursory glance, responded with a lukewarm "Mm," and had someone put it away.

The heart is biased, and Mr. James Sr.'s favoritism towards the children of his second wife was now on full display.

Although Jerome was still the president of the James Group, everyone in their circle knew he was being systematically undermined by Joshua, the vice president.

Mr. James Sr. had always favored his younger son, Joshua.

Teresa's gift was a jade sculpture of a monkey presenting a peach of immortality, specially commissioned from a master carver using the finest jade.

It was a gift of immense value and sentiment.

Mr. James Sr. also gave it a brief glance before having a servant take it away.

Teresa couldn't hide her disappointment. With her husband in prison and the Spencer family bankrupt, she had hoped for a few words of comfort from her father in her most vulnerable moment.

But alas, a new wife means a new father. Mr. James Sr. had long since stopped caring about her.

Not only that, but Marcia used the opportunity to mock her. "What a filial daughter. Her husband's family is bankrupt, her husband is in prison, and she can still afford such a gift."

In front of all the guests at the banquet, Marcia's aggressive taunts made Teresa's face flush red. She was on the verge of tears, utterly humiliated.

Auntie, Mrs. James Sr. already took half of the wedding gifts my grandmother left for Mom and gave it to you. You even stole her engagement. What more do you want? Why do you have to keep targeting her?"

As she spoke, Yvonne took Teresa's arm, but secretly, she gave her a sharp pinch.

Teresa wasn't a complete fool. Her eyes immediately reddened, and she began to sob pitifully.

Marcia's eyes were red with rage. She pointed at Yvonne. "Someone pushed me from behind! That's why I bumped into the servant. It wasn't on purpose! It was you! You definitely pushed me to frame me…"

"Auntie, how could you say that? Blaming a junior like me just to shift the responsibility," Yvonne interrupted, her strong voice easily overpowering Marcia's.