Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 74

Sandra hadn’t known Yvonne well before, but she had heard the stories.

When the Gonzalez family had lost everything, the young woman had stood by Matthew, unwavering. She must have loved him deeply.

Yvonne let out a small laugh. “The word ‘regret’ isn’t in my vocabulary.”

Why keep a scumbag around? He was better off being thrown out with the trash.

After lunch, filming resumed.

Queena’s face was still swollen, and not even the thickest layer of makeup could hide it. On camera, she looked awful.

Yvonne, on the other hand, was in high spirits, feeling energized despite her lack of sleep.

But perhaps she was tempting fate, because in the very first scene of the afternoon, disaster struck.

It was a chase scene where Yvonne’s character was pursuing a criminal.

She and her co-star, Grace, were in an army-green jeep, Yvonne driving and Grace in the passenger seat.

Everything was going smoothly until the jeep started down a slope. Yvonne hit the brakes and felt her foot go straight to the floor. They weren’t working. The vehicle was out of control.

The planned route was a gentle hill, but with the brakes gone, the jeep careened off course and onto a much steeper incline.

Grace, who had never experienced anything so dangerous, started screaming. “Help! Help me! What’s happening? I don’t want to die!”

Yvonne gripped the steering wheel, her police academy training kicking in. She remained calm, assessed the situation, and just as the jeep was about to plunge off a cliff, she wrenched the wheel hard, slamming the vehicle into a thick tree to force it to a stop.

Her attending physician explained that she was lucid and her head was clear, but she had internal injuries and would need to stay in the hospital for a week for treatment and observation.

After the doctor left, the crew members expressed their concern before heading out.

Finally, only the two police officers remained. One of them was the young officer who had questioned her before.

The crew had discovered that the brake failure wasn’t an accident; the lines had been cut. They had immediately called the police.

“The vehicle was tampered with, but we haven’t found any suspects. Our initial theory is that this is connected to local criminal elements. The man you saw the other day was likely Mark himself.”

Yvonne listened, her lips pressed into a thin line. She had come to the same conclusion.

The film crew was large, with many local extras and staff. It wouldn't be hard for someone from Mark's organization to infiltrate the set and operate undetected.