Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 425

He was filled with a rage he couldn't unleash on Yvonne—she was Bennett's woman, and the James family couldn't afford to harm a single hair on her head.

But Teresa, in her foolishness, had walked right into the line of fire.

The heavy glass tumbler struck her squarely on the shoulder, splashing water all over her.

Teresa clutched her shoulder, her eyes filled with wounded disbelief as she looked at Mr. James Sr. “Dad, what did I do wrong this time?”

“When have you ever done anything right!” Mr. James Sr. retorted, coughing between words.

“While your mother was alive, she personally arranged your marriage into the Reed family. But you had rocks in your head and insisted on marrying that social climber, George. Now that George is in prison, the James family is being laughed at because of you.”

He then pointed a finger at Yvonne. “You don't even care for the daughter you carried for nine months, but you dote on your husband's child with another woman. What is wrong with you?”

If it weren't for Teresa's incompetence, which had driven a wedge between her and her own daughter, the James family wouldn't be in such a passive position now.

The room was so chaotic that when Yvonne’s phone rang, it hardly seemed out of place.

She answered it and heard Bennett’s voice on the other end.

“I’m waiting for you at the hospital entrance.”

“Okay, be right there.” Yvonne hung up and cut through the argument. “I have a date, so I’ll be leaving now.”

After saying this, she glanced at Mr. James Sr.

She felt a slight pang of guilt for having angered the old man so much.

But she had no choice. The James family was always trying to plot against her.

Yvonne replied, “If you’re so curious, go ask the old man yourself.”

“What kind of attitude is that? Is that how your mother taught you to speak to your elders?” Jerome demanded angrily.

Yvonne gave him a cold look, not bothering to respond.

Jerome’s wife, who had been standing behind him, tugged on his sleeve and gave him a look.

Jerome took the hint, cleared his throat, and continued, “Did your grandfather talk to you about the marriage with the Hughes family? Your grandfather is old and confused. The eldest granddaughter of the family isn't even engaged yet, so it’s not your turn.”

“Yvonne, I know you’re a good, obedient girl. Go tell your grandfather you refuse the marriage with the Hughes family. You’re still young. We will keep an eye out for you and find you the perfect match,” Jerome finished, and his wife chimed in with her support.

The two of them were a perfect team, one playing good cop, the other bad cop. What intelligence they possessed seemed to be entirely dedicated to schemes like this.