Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 412

“Do you have any idea what my salary is for a single TV series? Or how much I make from one endorsement deal? A two-hundred-thousand-dollar monthly allowance? My company donates more than that to charity every month. How dare you even suggest such a thing, Mr. Hughes.”

“Oh, my apologies, I misspoke. It's not an allowance; it's for household expenses. Two hundred thousand a month would barely cover the Hughes family's living costs. So, marrying you means not only having children and taking care of your parents but also earning nothing. You're not looking for a wife, Mr. Hughes, you're looking for a free ride.”

Yvonne finished with a click of her tongue. “No wonder you're 32 and still single. You're not just an idiot; you're dangerously stupid. Who would dare marry you? What if your brain damage is genetic?”

Steven hadn't expected Yvonne's sharp tongue. He was left speechless, his face turning an ugly shade.

Having said her piece, Yvonne couldn't be bothered with him anymore and stood up to leave.

Just as she reached the door, Steven's sarcastic voice rang out again. “Yvonne, do you really think that just because Thomas has a crush on you, you'll become the next Mrs. Taylor? I'd advise you to tone down the arrogance and stop daydreaming. The Taylors would never accept you.”

Yvonne stopped and turned, giving him a cold look. “Mind your own business. Worry about yourself first, you over-the-hill bachelor.”

With that, Yvonne walked straight out of the dining room.

In the living room, Teresa and Jeffrey were still on the sofa.

“Mom, what were you thinking? Yvonne rarely comes home, and you set up a blind date for her without her permission!”

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