Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 287

Mr. Moore had used all his connections and resources, spending a fortune to investigate. With the police also on the case, they thought they would catch the killer quickly.

But the deeper they dug, the more resistance they met. It became clear to everyone that the killer was no ordinary person, but someone they couldn’t afford to cross.

Mr. Moore refused to give up and insisted on continuing the investigation. But just as they were getting a lead, Mrs. Moore suddenly disappeared.

Mr. Moore searched frantically for his wife and finally found her a week later, at the very spot where Flora’s body had been dumped.

The only difference was that Mrs. Moore was still alive, barely breathing. The message was clearly a warning.

After Mrs. Moore was rescued, Mr. Moore gave up the investigation into Flora’s case. He had already lost his daughter; he couldn’t bear to lose his wife as well.

The police never found any new leads, and the case was gradually shelved.

Part of the reason Yvonne had accepted the undercover mission back then was for Flora.

The leads the police had found at the time suggested the kidnappers had some connection to the Gonzalez Group. Unfortunately, Colin had died without revealing anything useful.

So, Flora’s case remained unsolved.

“Mr. and Mrs. Moore… they’ve been through so much,” Monica said with a sigh.

By the time Yvonne finished helping Monica clean the kitchen, it was getting late.

Since everyone had been drinking, Yvonne had to call for a designated driver.

They dropped Mr. and Mrs. Moore off at their home first.

Mrs. Moore had long since sobered up. As she got out of the car, she held Yvonne’s hand, looking reluctant to let go.

“I don’t know why, but I feel such an affection for you, dear. Yvonne, you should come visit us whenever you have time. I’ll cook for you again.”

Yvonne smiled and nodded, bidding Mr. and Mrs. Moore farewell.

Bennett just frowned, his eyes half-closed, and remained silent.

With a sigh, Yvonne reached in to pull him out, but not only did he not budge, she lost her footing and tumbled right on top of him.

Her face slammed into his chest, her nose and forehead aching from the impact.

Slightly annoyed, Yvonne considered just leaving him in the car. But at that moment, a cool hand touched her forehead, gently rubbing the sore spot.

Startled, Yvonne looked up at him. Their eyes met, his gaze as calm and deep as the sea.

Yvonne’s mind went blank for a moment, right until his cool lips pressed against hers.

The force of his presence was overwhelming, leaving her breathless.

Just before she felt she would suffocate, she pushed him away with all her strength.