Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 383

"Mrs. Walker, now that you've reached that 'old and faded' age yourself, have the men stopped looking your way?" Yvonne cut her off before she could finish.

Yvonne was never one to take an insult lying down; she'd never lost an argument.

Mrs. Walker's face turned livid, but she maintained her high-society composure, looking down her nose at Yvonne.

"Even when I'm old and faded, I'll still be Mrs. Walker. When you're old and faded, you won't be worth a dime," Mrs. Walker retorted, then turned to her daughter.

"Yolanda, people of our standing shouldn't lower themselves by arguing with commoners. It's beneath us."

"I know, Mom," Yolanda replied, shooting a triumphant, smug look at Yvonne.

Yvonne truly didn't understand what they had to be so proud of. Mr. Walker was a corrupt official; it was only a matter of time before the Walker family fell from grace. The fall from such a great height would not be pleasant.

Just then, Bennett's Mercedes pulled up.

He got out of the car, and upon seeing Mrs. Walker and Yolanda, he nodded politely as a courtesy. "Mrs. Walker."

Mrs. Walker shot him a cold glance and spoke in a lukewarm tone.

"Bennett, it's understandable that men prefer young, fresh girls. But let me give you a piece of advice. If you want to play around, that's fine, but don't take it too far. A wonderful girl like Yolanda has a line of suitors that could stretch from here to Vorn. She won't wait for you forever.

Don't wait until you want to come back, only to be filled with regret."

With that, Mrs. Walker took Yolanda's arm. "Yolanda, let's go."

Yvonne returned to her apartment, kicked off her shoes, and tossed her coat onto the back of the living room sofa before grabbing the remote to turn on the TV.

The evening news was on. Amidst the newscaster's crisp, clear voice, a phone suddenly rang.

Yvonne picked up her phone and saw a video call from Sandra.

She answered, and Sandra's face appeared on the screen, her brow furrowed in frustration.

"Tomorrow is the second day of filming for the show. The production team's feedback is that you need to provide more content. My dear, you're supposed to be working, not actually just lounging around."

"What else am I supposed to do when I'm stuck in my apartment? I'll bring Bullet over tomorrow to film with me," Yvonne said, placing her phone on a stand on the table. She chatted with Sandra while unboxing the gifts on her table.