Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 86

Yvonne fell silent, turning her gaze back to the window. The passing scenery now seemed strangely blurred.

The car finally pulled up outside the Spencer family’s villa. Bennett and Yvonne got out. He leaned against the car door, his back straight, and lit a cigarette with a cool detachment. “I’ll wait here for you. Keep your phone on.”

“Okay,” Yvonne nodded, hurrying inside.

The scene in the living room was one of perfect domestic harmony. The family of five was gathered together, the atmosphere warm and cheerful. Yvonne’s arrival was a jarring intrusion, shattering the peace.

“You’ve been back from filming for ages and haven’t bothered to visit. Don’t you know how much Mom and Dad worry about you?” Jeffrey began, his tone immediately critical.

“She’s a thankless brat. She doesn’t have a single caring bone in her body for her family,” George added, glaring at her.

“Alright, alright. She just got here, George. Can’t you speak to her nicely for once?” Teresa stood up with a smile and took Yvonne’s hand. “Let’s eat. I had the staff make all your favorite dishes.”

“And what would those be?” Yvonne asked, pulling her hand away. Her smile was cold.

Teresa froze, at a loss for words.

“Let me guess, the main course is seafood again,” Yvonne said with a mocking tone. “You remember Queena loves seafood, but you don’t remember that I’m allergic to fish and shrimp.”

“That just proves I have good judgment, unlike some people who can’t see past their own nose,” Yvonne retorted, nonchalantly picking at her food while her cool gaze swept over Queena.

A blush crept up Queena’s perfectly made-up face. When Colin had been arrested and the Gonzalez family went bankrupt, she had dropped Matthew without a second thought, never imagining he would make such a comeback.

A tense silence fell over the table. George swirled the wine in his glass, his eyes fixed on Yvonne. “Ten percent of the Gonzalez Group is worth over a hundred million. That’s too much money for you to handle safely. You should give it to me for safekeeping.”

“Your father is right, Yvonne,” Teresa chimed in. “A young woman like you shouldn’t have that much cash. Let us hold on to it for you. When you get married, we’ll give it back as your dowry.”

So, that was their plan. Yvonne couldn’t help but let out a short, sharp laugh.