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Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 93

“Almost five years now,” Helen replied. “When the master first hired me, it was mainly to look after Bullet. He belonged to his late ex-girlfriend. I heard that after she passed, her parents were so grief-stricken they both fell ill, so he took the dog in.

“When Bullet first came here, he was a real handful. He kept running away, all the way back to his old home. It’s over twenty miles away—I have no idea how he managed it. A dog doesn’t understand death, you see. It only knows its owner is gone. He would just sit by their front gate every day, waiting for her to come back.”

Helen sighed, her voice thick with emotion. Yvonne’s eyes welled with tears. All these years, someone had been waiting for her to come home.

A short distance away, Bullet frolicked in the grass before disappearing into a thicket of bushes. He emerged a few moments later with a small bouquet of purple wildflowers in his mouth, which he proudly presented to Yvonne.

“Are these for me? Thank you,” she said, her voice catching as she wrapped him in a fierce hug.

After their walk, they returned to the apartment. Yvonne had just washed her hands and was about to help Helen with lunch when her phone, left in her coat pocket, began to ring. It was her academic advisor, reminding her that she had to be on campus tomorrow for her final exams.

The original Yvonne was still a student, and exams were an unavoidable part of that life. Fortunately, this Yvonne had been diligently attending classes and studying.

That evening, she informed Bennett about her exams. He listened and simply said, “I know.”

The next day, he drove her to the university. As her guardian, he was nothing if not responsible.

Just then, the proctor entered and began distributing the exam papers. Yvonne took hers and immediately started writing. She was halfway through when a small, crumpled piece of paper flew from behind her and landed at her feet. She frowned but ignored it and continued working.

A moment later, Daisy kicked her chair hard. The sharp noise caught the proctor’s attention.

“What’s going on here?” the proctor asked, walking over with a frown.

“Professor, I’d like to report Yvonne for cheating,” Daisy announced loudly, raising her hand.

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