Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 422

Yvonne slept soundly again.

The next morning, she didn’t get up until nine. After washing up, eating breakfast, and doing her makeup, she left her apartment at ten o'clock sharp.

She drove to the hospital in a relatively low-key Range Rover Evoque.

After parking in the hospital lot, she put on a pair of sunglasses and walked inside.

Mr. James Sr. was staying in a high-end VIP room on the twentieth floor. It wasn't anything too serious—just the chronic ailments of old age like high blood pressure and a weak heart.

His hospital stay was more for recuperation than anything else.

Yvonne walked into the room to find the entire James clan assembled. It was more crowded and lively than a holiday gathering.

Marcia’s and Joshua’s families sat on one side, while Teresa’s and Jerome’s families sat on the other, like two opposing camps in a standoff.

Mrs. James Sr. sat by the hospital bed, attentively caring for Mr. James Sr., offering him water and medicine, playing the part of a devoted wife.

Yvonne, heels clicking on the floor, entered the room, her eyes sweeping over everyone present.

“Yvonne, you’re here! Your grandfather was just asking about you,” Teresa said, immediately walking over to take her hand.

Yvonne nodded, then discreetly pulled her hand away from Teresa’s grasp.

“Look at you, all high and mighty now that you have a powerful man behind you,” Marcia sneered. “Dad was admitted last night, and everyone rushed over. Only Yvonne has the nerve to show up now.”

Yvonne slowly took off her sunglasses and shot Marcia a sidelong glance.

Then, Mrs. James Sr. emerged from the inner bedroom. She looked as she always did—aged, yet impeccably and elegantly dressed.

It was no wonder a woman like her had completely won out over Mr. James Sr.’s first wife.

“Your father is gravely ill, and you’re still bickering with a junior. You’re too old to be so immature,” Mrs. James Sr. scolded Marcia, but her eyes were fixed on Yvonne, glaring as if she wanted to burn holes through her.

It made sense. The original Yvonne hadn't visited the James family often, but every time she did, she suffered at the hands of this old woman.

But this Yvonne wasn't going to put up with it.

Yvonne widened her beautiful, innocent eyes and asked loudly, “Ma'am, why are you glaring at me? Is there something wrong with your eyes? Would you like me to take you to an ophthalmologist? At your age, you really shouldn’t neglect your health.”

Mrs. James Sr. felt as if this Yvonne were a completely different person, her words laced with poison. Though furious, she managed to keep her composure.