Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 286

“Why should I shut up!” Mrs. Moore pointed a finger at Mr. Moore’s nose and continued her tirade. “Flora was murdered, and they didn’t even leave her body intact. And you, her father, are so afraid of powerful people that you don’t even dare to seek revenge for her. You’re a coward, a weakling! You don’t deserve to be Flora’s father.”

Mr. Moore’s eyes turned red with fury. Losing control, he smashed his wine glass on the floor.

The glass shattered, sending shards flying everywhere. Yvonne happened to be in the line of fire, and several pieces shot toward her.

Yvonne couldn’t dodge in time and instinctively raised her arms to cover her head and face. But the pain she expected never came. Instead, a warm body shielded her, holding her tightly in an embrace.

In protecting Yvonne, Bennett’s arm and the side of his cheek were cut by the glass shards. Blood trickled slowly down his chiseled jawline.

“Bennett!” Yvonne cried out in alarm. Then, almost on instinct, she ran into the kitchen and retrieved the first-aid kit from a cabinet.

Bennett’s injury sobered Mr. and Mrs. Moore up, and their drunken rage subsided.

Bruce and Monica began to clean up the mess on the floor.

Meanwhile, Bennett sat on the living room sofa, letting Yvonne tend to his wounds.

Yvonne had learned basic first aid and bandaging at the police academy. She kept her head lowered, carefully cleaning Bennett’s cuts with a disinfectant swab.

From Bennett’s perspective, all he could see was the crown of her hair and the curve of her neck.

Yvonne finished treating his wounds and, out of habit, began organizing the first-aid kit.

Suddenly, Bennett leaned in close. His intense presence felt scorching, leaving Yvonne breathless.

His eyes stared deeply into hers as he brought his lips close to her ear, his breath carrying the faint scent of wine. “I’m curious. How did you know the Jones family’s first-aid kit was in the kitchen?”

Yvonne’s body trembled slightly, and the bottle of antiseptic in her hand nearly slipped to the floor.

The faucet ran continuously, the sound of rushing water mingling with Monica’s heavy sighs.

“I’m sorry you had to see that mess just now,” Monica said.

Yvonne shook her head and continued washing the dishes in silence.

She had followed Flora’s case back then.

In a typical kidnapping, it wasn’t unusual for the culprits to kill the victim after receiving the ransom. But Flora wasn’t just killed; when her body was found, her internal organs were missing. Clearly, this was no ordinary kidnapping.

Flora had a rare blood type. She had likely been targeted for a long time by people who were after her organs.

As an only child, her death had nearly destroyed Mr. and Mrs. Moore.