Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 429

If he hadn’t been so desperate to find a kidney donor for Yolanda back then, he never would have stepped into this bottomless pit. Now, he felt like a man walking on a cliff’s edge, with no way to turn back.

Yolanda, having just woken from a nap, was coming downstairs when she overheard her parents’ conversation in the living room.

Her eyes instantly reddened, and a choked sob caught the attention of Mr. and Mrs. Walker.

“Yolanda!”

“Dad, do you regret saving me? I should have just died back then. At least then you would remember me fondly and have had the chance to have another, healthy child.”

With that, Yolanda turned and ran back upstairs, crying.

“Yolanda!” Mrs. Walker started to go after her daughter but was stopped by her husband.

“She’s not a child anymore. She doesn’t need to be coddled every time she throws a tantrum. Just leave her be. Let her cool down,” Mr. Walker said, resting his head in his hands, looking utterly exhausted.

Yolanda stayed in her room and didn't come down, not even for dinner.

Worried, Mrs. Walker sent the maid to call her.

The maid knocked on Yolanda's door, but there was no answer. When she tried to open it, she found it was locked.

“Needing to be begged just to eat a meal. You’ve spoiled her rotten,” Mr. Walker snapped, slamming his utensils down. He told the maid to find the spare key and open the door.

Mr. Walker stormed into the room, planning to give Yolanda a piece of his mind, but froze when he saw her lying in the bathtub, the water stained red with blood.

He stood there, stunned into silence. Mrs. Walker let out a piercing scream. “Yolanda! My daughter!”

Finally jolted into action, Mr. Walker pulled out his phone with trembling hands and called for an ambulance.

Paramedics arrived quickly and rushed Yolanda to the hospital.

Instead of answering, Bennett leaned in closer, his long fingers gently tipping her chin up. His eyes twinkled with amusement as he looked at her.

“Whether it looks good or not depends on who you ask,” he murmured, his thumb stroking the soft skin of her jaw and cheek, sending a tingling warmth through her. “From a man’s perspective, it’s beautiful. Very alluring.”

Bennett’s car was parked in the deep shadows of a tree, and the dappled light filtering through the window created an intimate, romantic atmosphere.

His lips pressed against hers, a controlled kiss that traveled from her soft lips down the white column of her neck to the hollow of her collarbone.

Then, he pulled back, breathing a little heavily.

Yvonne was a public figure, and they were in a public place. Being photographed would cause unnecessary trouble.

Bennett started the engine. Just as he was pulling onto the main road, his phone began to vibrate.