Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 36

That night, Yvonne had gone out alone to dig through the trash, finally finding the shredded toy. She had held it in her arms and cried for hours.

Thinking of Yvonne’s pain, Yvonne’s gaze on Joseph turned ice-cold. She stepped into the room and locked the door behind her.

“Hey, what are you locking the door for?” Joseph asked, confused.

“To discipline an unruly dog, of course,” Yvonne replied with a chilling smile, her eyes like a wolf sizing up its prey. She picked up a feather duster from the corner of the desk and brought it down hard on Joseph’s backside.

The sharp crack of the duster against his skin was followed by a piercing scream.

“Aah!”

The villa had good soundproofing. Yvonne didn’t hold back. She may have been an only child, but she had plenty of younger cousins she’d kept in line growing up. She knew how to handle a brat like Joseph.

“You witch! How dare you hit me! I’ll get you for this… Ah! Ow! Oww!”

“Such a filthy mouth for someone so young. Say one more word,” Yvonne warned, the duster whistling through the air with increasing speed.

Joseph’s bottom stung with a fiery pain. His curses quickly turned into tearful pleas for mercy. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, sister! Please stop!”

“Yvonne is cold-blooded,” Jeffrey added. “No matter how nice we are to her, she’ll never see us as family.”

Just as Yvonne came downstairs, George, in a fit of rage, threw his teacup at her. She sidestepped instinctively. The cup shattered against the wall, sending porcelain shards and hot tea everywhere.

“You’re worse than an animal! How could you lay a hand on your own brother?” George roared.

“Yvonne, why did you hit him? How could you be so cruel? You’ve disappointed me so much,” Teresa added, her voice filled with reproach.

Yvonne glanced at them coolly. “I didn’t hit him. He’s lying.”