Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 25

“Did you get the gift? Are you over your tantrum now?” Matthew’s voice was cool, devoid of patience or warmth.

Yvonne had no patience for him either. “Gift?” she shot back sarcastically. “You mean the freebie that came with the necklace you bought for Queena?”

Silence on the other end of the line. Matthew was probably shocked that the little country bumpkin suddenly knew the difference.

“Is there anything else?” Yvonne asked, eager to get back to the file.

“My mother wants you to come for dinner this weekend. She’s going to cook your favorite—pot roast,” Matthew said.

Yvonne had been there for the Gonzalez family through their toughest times, and not all of them were heartless. Mrs. Gonzalez, at least, had always treated Yvonne like her own daughter. But Yvonne wanted nothing more to do with the Gonzalez family. “Not interested. I’m busy,” she replied flatly.

Her blunt refusal clearly angered Matthew. His tone grew colder. “Yvonne, have you had enough of this drama? Queena and I are just friends. I’ve already agreed to marry you. What more do you want?”

To him, marrying her was the ultimate act of charity.

Yvonne had no desire to listen to his barking. She hung up.

It was likely the first time his meek, accommodating fiancée had ever hung up on him, and Matthew clearly wasn’t used to it. He called back immediately. Yvonne ignored it and simply turned off her phone.

Finally, peace and quiet.

Yvonne settled into the small armchair by the window and began to carefully read through the file.

“Miss Spencer, are you awake? Mr. Gonzalez is here. Your mother asked you to come downstairs to greet him.”

The next morning, the maid’s insistent knocking echoed through the room.

Yvonne, annoyed at being woken up, sat up in bed and called out, “I’m coming.”

She slowly got out of bed, washed her face, changed her clothes, and finally headed downstairs.

Down in the living room, George and Jeffrey were absent. Teresa and Queena were entertaining Matthew.

“I remember when Queena was little, she absolutely adored you, Matt,” Teresa was reminiscing with a smile. “She would follow you everywhere like a little shadow.”