Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 9

The original Yvonne’s body was truly fragile. Back in her room, Yvonne collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep, hazy sleep.

In a state between dreaming and waking, she heard the faint click of her door being pushed open.

As a former police officer and undercover agent, Yvonne’s senses were razor-sharp. She was instantly wide awake.

She lay perfectly still, listening as the footsteps drew closer.

“Miss… Ms. Jones?” a voice whispered from beside the bed.

Yvonne didn’t move or speak. She recognized the voice. It belonged to Gina, one of the maids.

Seeing no response, Gina assumed Yvonne was asleep. She turned and walked to the vanity, where she opened the medicine boxes sitting on the counter.

Yvonne remained motionless. Only after Gina had left the room did she open her eyes, a cold smile playing on her lips.

That evening, Gina knocked on her door again. This time, there were no stealthy movements, just a call to come down for dinner.

“Ms. Jones, your parents are home. They asked me to call you down for dinner.”

“I’m not feeling well. I’m not eating,” Yvonne replied. “Just bring me some soup up to my room.”

Yvonne’s body ached, and she had no appetite.

Gina stood at the door, clearly taken aback. Ever since returning to the Spencer family, the original Yvonne had been timid and eager to please, trying to win everyone over. She never missed a family dinner and would never have dared to order a servant around.

Though surprised, Gina nodded. “Of course, Miss.”

Yvonne was resting in bed when the door was thrown open. Jeffrey burst in, yanked her up from the bed, and started shouting.

“Sick again, are you? You’re so desperate to compete with Queena for attention that you’re always acting like you’re at death’s door. If you want to die so badly, then get out and do it somewhere else! Don’t dirty our house.”

After his tirade, he grabbed the medicine boxes from the vanity and emptied their contents onto the counter. He picked up a few pills, sniffed them, and then threw them on the floor in disgust. “Last time it was vitamin C, this time it’s calcium supplements. Do you get a kick out of tricking the whole family with these childish games?”

The original Yvonne had tried so hard to fit into this family, to earn the love of her parents and brother. Even when she was genuinely ill, she would suffer in silence, afraid to speak up. Her heart condition flared up frequently, and she relied on medication to manage it. But Queena had instructed the maid to secretly replace her pills with vitamins.

No wonder Yvonne hadn’t been able to find a single pill when her heart had acted up.

And so, the already fragile bond between the original Yvonne and her family had been shattered by Queena’s scheming.