Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 3

“Are you sure this is your house?” the female officer asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.

Their biological daughter gets kidnapped, and the family is throwing a party?-

Yvonne sighed dramatically. “Oh, you know, my kidnapping is such a trivial matter. Why should it get in the way of my parents celebrating my foster sister’s birthday? Please don’t mind us, it’s just how we are.”

The female officer was speechless.

The other officers exchanged uneasy glances.

The wail of the siren finally pierced the lively atmosphere of the party.

George Spencer and his wife, Teresa James, were standing beside their beloved daughter, Queena Spencer, preparing to cut a towering three-tiered birthday cake.

Their faces fell the moment they saw Yvonne walk in flanked by a squad of police officers. A ripple of murmurs spread through the guests.

“Yvonne, you’re finally back!” Queena was the first to react. She rushed to Yvonne’s side, taking her hand affectionately. Her voice was gentle, but her words were laced with reproach. “You can’t keep being so reckless, Yvonne. Pretending to be kidnapped like that… you had Mom and Dad so worried.”

Queena then turned her gaze to the officers. “Are these… hired actors?” she asked hesitantly. “I know you were upset that Mom and Dad threw me a party, but you can’t bring people here to ruin it. Think of the family’s reputation!”

Yvonne coolly sized up the girl before her. Queena wore a stunning diamond tiara and a couture gown, her face a mask of innocent concern. But her eyes darted around, glinting with cunning calculation.

Yvonne yanked her hand away in disgust.

Queena seized the opportunity, stumbling backward as if she’d been pushed.

Jeffrey Spencer, who was standing right behind her, caught her in his arms, his eyes flashing with fury as he glared at Yvonne.

“Haven’t you had enough, Yvonne? Just because we celebrated Queena’s birthday first, you throw this tantrum? Mom and Dad already promised to throw you a party next week. What more do you want? Do you have to make everyone miserable to be happy? Ugh—”

“We are investigating the kidnapping of Ms. Yvonne Jones,” she announced, her voice crisp and professional. “And we require your family’s cooperation.”

She glanced at her colleague, who had already switched on a recording device, before continuing her questioning.

“According to the sworn statement of one of the kidnappers, they contacted Ms. Jones’s relatives after the abduction—specifically, a Mr. George Spencer, a Ms. Teresa Spencer, and her brother, Mr. Jeffrey Spencer.”

The officer’s eyes were cold and steady. “Did you, or did you not, tell the kidnappers that you shouldn’t have brought her back and that she should have died out there? And did you, or did you not, call her a disgrace and tell them to just kill her?”

The Spencers, who had assumed Yvonne’s kidnapping was another one of her staged dramas, were now in a state of panic.

“I thought… I thought she was lying about being kidnapped… I…” Jeffrey stammered, trying to explain, but the officer cut him off.

“Mr. Spencer, please don’t waste our time with irrelevant commentary. A simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ will suffice.”