Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 96

It was final exams again. She was sitting at her desk, staring at a difficult problem, debating which method to use. A classmate who had a crush on her saw her struggling and, in a misguided attempt to help, passed her a note. She was caught and accused of cheating, hauled into the dean’s office after the exam for a harsh lecture.

She was so furious she could have beaten the boy senseless. But he, completely clueless, showed up at her family’s home with a gift, ostensibly to apologize but really to confess his feelings. To make matters worse, Bennett had walked in right in the middle of it. A jealous boyfriend was a difficult man to placate. It took days of coaxing—and a few nights that left her unable to get out of bed—before he finally forgave her.

When Yvonne woke up, she was in a hospital room. The first thing she saw was Bennett.

“Ben,” she murmured, her mind still foggy, caught between the past and the present.

“You’re awake,” he said. His dark eyes were as calm and placid as still water.

That look was enough to pull her back to reality. The Bennett she knew would never have looked at her with such coldness.

“What… what happened?” She tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in her chest sent her falling back against the pillows.

“You just had surgery. You shouldn’t move,” he told her.

“Your brother told me your heart acted up and you needed surgery. I was worried sick,” Teresa said, taking Yvonne’s hand. Her concern felt hollow. “Your father is out of town on business, but he calls every day to ask how you are.”

If they were truly worried, they wouldn’t have waited three days to show up. And George was on a business trip, not dead. He could have visited or at least called.

Queena stood behind Teresa, dressed to the nines like a peacock, her eyes darting around the room as if looking for someone. “Yvonne, I heard from my brother that Mr. Bennett Thompson brought you to the hospital. He saved your life. We should really thank him properly.”