Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 318

Wasn't Bennett on a mission? Why was he back so suddenly?

Bennett was eating breakfast. He heard her footsteps, glanced up at her briefly, and then looked away.

Yvonne silently took a seat across from him, and Helen handed her some utensils.

Yvonne lowered her head and bit into a savory pastry, and the dining room fell silent.

Bennett finished the porridge in his bowl and wiped his lips with a napkin. He looked across the table, but all he could see was the top of Yvonne's dark head and the pale nape of her neck.

"I saw the rumors about you online this morning… Can you handle it yourself? If not, I…"

Bennett began tentatively, but he had barely finished his sentence when Yvonne cut him off.

"I've already figured out a solution. You don't need to trouble yourself, Mr. Thompson," Yvonne said, her voice muffled by the pastry she was eating.

She quickly stuffed the rest of the pastry into her mouth and swallowed it down so fast she almost choked.

After a few sharp coughs, she continued, "Also, I've imposed on you for long enough. Sandra has already bought a place for me. I'm planning to move today."

Bennett's eyes fixed on her for a moment before he replied flatly, "Suit yourself."

Then he stood up and walked out of the dining room.

Yvonne quickly finished her breakfast and went back to her room to pack.

She hadn't lived there for very long, but she had accumulated a lot of things. Perhaps because she had lived here in her past life, she had instinctively treated it as home, like a little squirrel hoarding treasures. Now that it was time to leave, several large suitcases weren't enough to hold everything.

Yvonne couldn't move it all by herself, so she had to call her driver and bodyguard to help, turning it into a full-scale move.

Sandra naturally came over to help Yvonne with the move.

After they finished setting up the new place, they bought groceries and made hot pot for their first meal, bringing a sense of warmth and life to the empty apartment.

Sandra swirled a piece of meat in the pot with her chopsticks. "I had my assistant try to reason with Hans' parents, to see if we could settle this privately and avoid court. But they wouldn't budge. Now they don't want five million anymore—they're demanding ten."

Sandra's tone was full of scorn. She had felt a bit of pity, knowing that a conviction for defamation and extortion meant jail time, which would inevitably affect Hans' future.

She wanted to give the couple one last chance, but instead, she witnessed the shameless greed of people from the bottom rungs of society.

"I've already filed a report with the police, and I've arranged for reporters to be there. After we finish eating, let's go to Hans' house," Sandra said, placing a piece of cooked lamb into Yvonne's bowl.

Yvonne dipped the meat in sauce, ate it, and nodded.