Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 264

Yvonne didn’t know how long she had been unconscious. When she next awoke, she was lying in a hospital bed.

Her eyelids felt incredibly heavy, and it took a great deal of effort just to open them.

Perhaps because she’d been out for so long, her eyes were sensitive to the light. She stared at the stark white ceiling, her mind still a blank.

The only sound in the room was the monotonous beeping of medical equipment. An IV needle was taped to the back of her hand, fluid dripping slowly through the tube and into her veins.

From outside the room, she could faintly hear men’s voices. They were speaking in low tones, but the door was ajar, and Yvonne could still make out their words.

Oscar: “I heard Ms. Jones is out of danger, so I came to see her. She was injured trying to find Queena, so we feel responsible…”

“She didn’t die. Are you disappointed?” Bennett cut him off coldly before he could finish.

“What?” Oscar looked at him, his face a mask of confusion.

Bennett: “Hiring assassins in broad daylight. Has the Rogers family become so lawless? And you chose to do it on Thompson family territory. It seems you don’t take my family very seriously.”

“Bennett, what on earth are you talking about? I don’t understand a word you’re saying,” Oscar said, maintaining his innocent act.

Bennett let out a short, cynical laugh, not bothering to argue with him. “It’s best if you don’t.”

With that, Bennett turned his back on Oscar and walked into the hospital room.

Oscar stared at the door as it closed in his face, his calm expression slowly cracking.

He had sent so many men, yet they couldn't even kill one woman. A few of them had even been captured by Bennett. What a bunch of useless fools!

Yvonne tilted her body slightly to drink, but the movement pulled at her wound, causing her to wince and her face to turn pale.

Seeing this, Bennett quickly put an arm around her, letting her lean against his chest. After she finished drinking, he carefully helped her lie back down.

“Don’t move around. The doctor said the bullet missed your heart by less than an inch. You were incredibly lucky.”

“Oh,” Yvonne said. The water had soothed her throat, and she could speak normally now. “Those men were sent by the Rogers family, weren’t they? Their target was me. And here I was, thinking I could hold this over you as your savior. Turns out I just dragged you into my mess.”

“You’ve got a lot to say. You must be recovering well,” Bennett replied flatly, tossing the empty paper cup into the recycling bin.

Yvonne’s gunshot wound was serious, and she would have to stay in the hospital for at least a month.

During the first few days, she had a steady stream of visitors.