Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 295

Bennett’s gaze was glacial, his dark eyes bottomless pits. “Your Rogers family certainly has a lot of nerve. Attacking on Thompson family territory, time and time again. Do you really think I’m that good-natured?”

With that, Bennett delivered another vicious kick to Darcy’s chest. Darcy saw stars, a metallic taste flooding his throat as he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

“If there’s a next time, don’t blame me for tearing your Rogers family out by the roots,” Bennett warned, his voice laced with ice.

Oscar’s face was just as grim, the atmosphere crackling with tension.

“What’s going on now? What are you boys up to this time?” A deep, authoritative voice suddenly cut in from behind them.

Frank had approached unnoticed, flanked by several of Istra’s most influential figures.

“Mr. Thompson.” Upon seeing Frank, Oscar immediately reined in his fury and hostility, his tone becoming respectful.

In Istra, the Thompson family’s wealth was legendary, practically rivaling that of a small country. And Frank was the current head of the Thompson Group.

In this city, a stomp of Frank's foot could make the ground tremble. Oscar, a junior member of the Rogers family, wouldn’t dare act out of line in his presence.

“Just a misunderstanding. Darcy, what are you doing lying on the ground? Get up and greet Mr. Thompson,” Oscar said pointedly.

Wincing in pain, Darcy struggled to his feet, blood still coating his mouth. “Mr. Thompson,” he mumbled.

He was clearly in bad shape, and Frank shot his own son a disapproving look. Then, he chuckled and said, “These rowdy boys, they never know when to stop. Where’s the family doctor? Have him come take a look at Darcy’s injuries. We don’t want them getting infected.”

Darcy couldn’t even move one of his arms, which was obviously broken, but Frank was deliberately downplaying it.

Everyone in their circle knew that Frank doted on Bennett, spoiling him rotten.

It was a passing comment; he wasn't particularly interested in the affairs of the Rogers family.

“Bennett, what’s going on between you and that… Ms. Jones?” Frank asked, his tone gentle and paternal, but with an undercurrent of probing. “I heard from your mother that your relationship with her is… not ordinary.”

Bennett didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned forward, picked up his teacup, and took a slow sip.

“Bennett, your engagement to the Walker family is about to be announced. Any kind of scandal at this time would be bad for both families,” Frank continued.

At that, Bennett finally looked up at his father and said coolly, “What if it’s not a scandal?”

Frank’s hand faltered, the teacup nearly slipping from his grasp.

“Are you serious?”