Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 29

When George heard that Yvonne had pushed his precious Queena into the pool, he was so enraged that he hurled the porcelain cup in his hand across the room. If Yvonne hadn’t dodged, it would have shattered against her head.

“You heartless monster!” he roared. “You tried to drown your own sister! What’s next, are you going to try to kill us all?”

“Who said I pushed her? She fell in all by herself. It had nothing to do with me. Don’t go making baseless accusations.” Yvonne denied it flatly, casually taking a seat on the sofa.

“Matthew saw it with his own eyes! Are you saying he’s lying?” George slammed his hand on the table.

“He’s Queena’s lover boy. Of course he’d take her side,” Yvonne scoffed.

Queena’s face alternated between pale and flushed. She glared at Yvonne with a look so venomous it could kill, yet when she spoke, her voice was as weak and pitiful as ever. “Dad, please don’t yell at my sister. Just… just assume she didn’t mean to push me. After all, I didn’t actually drown… cough, cough…”

Her words were like gasoline on a fire, pushing George’s fury to its peak.

“You wretched thing! Get on your knees and apologize to your sister right now, or get out of this house! I’ll pretend I never had you as a daughter!”

“Yvonne, you really went too far this time. Apologize to Queena at once,” Teresa added, her face grim.

Yvonne was speechless. Apologize to Queena? On her knees? The Spencers were delusional.

When Yvonne didn’t move, Jeffrey’s anger flared. “Why should she even apologize? Just throw her out. That girl is rotten to the core. We’ll all be safer without her.”

“If I had known you’d turn out to be such a disobedient, ungrateful brat, I would have smothered you the day you were born!” he snarled.

“If you’d smothered me, how would your precious adopted daughter have been swapped in to enjoy this life of luxury?” Yvonne retorted with a cold smile.

“You—!” George pointed a trembling finger at her, speechless with fury.

“Me what? Are you done yelling? I’m tired. I’m going to my room.” Yvonne couldn’t be bothered with him anymore. As she walked past a maid on her way to the stairs, she ordered matter-of-factly, “I’m hungry. Make me some spaghetti. And a couple of meat dishes on the side.”

“Dad, Mom…” Queena watched in disbelief.