Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 275

Yvonne still looked nonchalant.

With her cards on the table, Queena's expression turned even uglier. "The evidence I have isn't enough to take down the Rogers family, but if you want to bring them down, you'll need it sooner or later. Besides, I know a secret: the Rogers family's hospital is involved in organ trafficking. I don't have proof, but I overheard Oscar discussing it with his secretary."

Yvonne's gaze turned icy. She hadn't realized the Rogers family was so depraved.

Seeing Yvonne's silence, Queena grew more desperate, on the verge of tears. "Yvonne, please, will you help me? I'll die if I don't get away from the Rogers family."

"Queena, are we close? Why should I help you?" Yvonne remained unmoved.

Queena was clearly taken aback. Obviously, she hadn't lost her memory and recalled how she used to bully the original owner, stealing her parents, relatives, and fiancé.

"Yvonne, you can't blame everything on me. If Mom and Dad truly loved you, my instigations would have been useless. And if Matthew had been truly faithful to you, I could never have come between you."

For a moment, Yvonne found herself unable to refute Queena's words.

It was true. Ultimately, the original owner's tragedy wasn't caused by Queena alone. It was that the people she loved had never loved her back.

Seeing Yvonne's continued silence, Queena's eyes reddened with anxiety, and she nearly lost her composure.

She knew Yvonne was her last hope. No one else could help her.

"Yvonne, I'm sorry. It was all my fault. But I don't deserve to die for it. Please, I'm begging you, save me," Queena pleaded, slapping herself hard across the face.

Queena didn't hold back; her face was already swelling from the force of her own slaps.

Yvonne couldn't forgive Queena on behalf of the original owner, but as a police officer, she couldn't stand by and watch the Rogers family torture Queena to death either.

"Give me the evidence. I can arrange for you to leave the country."

With that, Yvonne turned and left with an air of superiority.

Oscar's gaze on Queena softened, his suspicions allayed.

"Your sister has some skills, latching onto Mr. Thompson. I don't care what history you two have, but you stay away from her and don't cause me any trouble, understand?"

"I understand," Queena replied, lowering her eyes and nodding obediently.

After her meeting with Queena, Yvonne was ready to leave.

But just as she was about to step out of the Walker family's main gate, she heard the sound of a piano from inside the mansion.

A familiar melody, a familiar rhythm. It was "Mariage d'Amour," played by Bennett.