Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 105

George was already ordering a maid to help Yvonne pack.

Jeffrey and Teresa ignored Yvonne completely, continuing to knock on Queena’s door, frantic with worry.

“Where’s the key? The spare key! Why isn’t it here yet?” George bellowed at the maid, his eyes wide with panic.

Yvonne watched them, finding the whole scene utterly ridiculous. A person as vain and selfish as Queena would never kill herself.

She walked over, pushed George and Teresa aside, lifted her leg, and delivered a powerful kick to Queena’s door.

Thump! Thump!

After just two kicks, the lock gave way and the door swung open.

“Queena!” George and Teresa rushed inside.

But Queena wasn’t in the bedroom. Teresa searched the room before heading into the bathroom. A moment later, a bloodcurdling scream echoed through the house.

George and Jeffrey sprinted into the bathroom with Yvonne close behind.

The bathroom was spacious, with a large tub by the window filled to the brim with water. Queena lay in it, dressed in a white dress. A gash on her right wrist was still oozing blood, staining the water a deep, dramatic red.

But Yvonne felt no pity. She gripped Queena’s wrist, holding the wound up for Jeffrey to see.

“Take a good look,” she said mockingly. “To get this much blood from a cut this shallow, she’d have to bleed for three straight days. Except a wound like this would clot in less than thirty minutes. You can’t even see through a charade this basic? Jeffrey, what kind of doctor are you? You’re going to get someone killed one day.”

With a final, forceful shove, Yvonne threw Queena back into the tub. Queena flailed for a moment before sitting up, her movements far too vigorous for someone who had supposedly lost a significant amount of blood.

Yvonne’s eyes scanned the bathroom. She kicked over a wastebasket in the corner, and two empty blood bags rolled out onto the floor.

“See?” Yvonne scoffed. “She’s been playing you all for fools.”