Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 343

Yvonne nodded. “Are the reporters all set up?”

Sandra replied, “Everything’s been arranged.”

“And Howard’s father? Have you briefed him?” Yvonne asked, still worried.

Sandra confirmed, “He’s been briefed. He’s not a fool; he knows what to do.”

Only then did Yvonne feel at ease enough to go to her room to freshen up.

After washing up, she changed into her pajamas and lay down on the bed, but sleep wouldn't come. Every time she closed her eyes, the gruesome image of Tracy’s mangled body flashed through her mind.

After a long, restless night, morning finally arrived.

Yvonne put on a black dress and went with Sandra to the funeral home.

Having lost his wife and child in quick succession, Howard seemed to have aged decades overnight. Though only in his early thirties, his hair was already half-gray.

“Ms. Jones, Ms. Garcia, you’re here,” Howard said, his eyes swollen from crying, his voice raw and hoarse.

“Our deepest condolences,” Sandra said solemnly, unable to find any other words of comfort.

The funeral was about to begin. Sandra took out her phone to call the reporters she had arranged.

But before the reporters arrived, Oscar showed up with his assistant.

He strode into the memorial hall with an air of entitlement, dressed in a smoke-gray suit and expensive crocodile leather shoes.

The sight of the man who had caused the deaths of his wife and child made Howard’s face turn ashen, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Yvonne instinctively stepped in front of Howard, her eyes cold as she faced Oscar. “Mr. Rogers, what an honor. To what do we owe the pleasure?”

“The woman did jump from my hospital, after all. I’m just here to offer my condolences out of humanitarian spirit,” Oscar said. His assistant then handed him three white carnations.

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