Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 8

She searched the entire room but couldn’t find her heart medication. She had no choice but to go to the emergency room in the middle of the night.

The hospital was quiet in the dead of night.

After an examination, Yvonne was resting in an observation room. An IV was taped to the back of her hand, and various test results and prescriptions were scattered on the bedside table.

The original Yvonne had a congenital heart condition, but it wasn’t severe. If she had grown up in the Spencer family, pampered and cared for, she would have been no different from any other girl.

But she had been switched at birth, raised by abusive foster parents, and her condition had worsened over time. It was a miracle she had survived to adulthood.

The doctor recommended surgery as soon as possible, but it required a family member’s signature. What a hassle.

By the time the IV bag was empty, the sun was rising.

Clutching a bag of medication, Yvonne staggered out of the hospital entrance.

“Yvonne?” A cold, surprised voice called out from across the way.

Yvonne glanced up wearily. It was Jeffrey, dressed in his white doctor’s coat.

“The whole family was waiting for you for breakfast, and you’re here at the hospital? What is it this time? Your heart again? Aren’t you tired of this act, Yvonne? If you want to be an actress so badly, just go be one!”

Jeffrey glared at her, his eyes filled with disappointment and impatience.

Yvonne just scoffed, not bothering to waste a single word on him. She walked past him and down the steps.

“Yvonne, I’m warning you, this is your last chance! If you keep this up, don’t blame me for not having you as a sister, and don’t blame Mom and Dad for disowning you!”

Jeffrey’s roars faded behind her. Yvonne treated them like air.

Yvonne wanted to laugh at Queena’s pathetic act.

“You do the deed, and then you apologize. You knew he was engaged to someone else, but you still got all handsy with him. Do you even know the meaning of the words decency and shame? It seems the Spencers haven’t taught you much over the years.”

With that parting shot, Yvonne couldn’t be bothered to waste any more breath on them. She took her bag of medication and headed upstairs.

Queena watched her go, her face twisting into a grimace.

When had that country bumpkin gotten such a sharp tongue?

“Matthew, maybe we shouldn’t see each other anymore,” Queena said, tears still glistening in her eyes as she looked up at him. “I don’t want Yvonne to get the wrong idea. I saw she came back with a lot of medicine. Maybe her heart condition flared up again.”

Matthew, however, was frowning, his gaze fixed on the direction Yvonne had disappeared, lost in thought.