Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 431

The hospital entrance was already bustling with people. Mrs. Walker's commotion quickly drew a crowd of onlookers. When they recognized Yvonne as a celebrity, even more people gathered, many pulling out their phones to record the scene.

Yvonne subconsciously lowered her head to avoid the crowd, but in the next moment, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into a protective embrace.

When he saw the red handprint on her cheek, his eyes turned crimson.

“Who gave you the right to touch her?” Bennett’s eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Mrs. Walker, his gaze sharp enough to tear her apart.

“What? One slap and you’re heartbroken? You really care about this vixen, don’t you? But my daughter, my daughter is lying in the emergency room, fighting for her life!”

Mrs. Walker shrieked hysterically.

“A person like Yolanda would never have the guts to actually die,” Bennett tossed out coldly before bending down and lifting Yvonne into his arms.

He carried her back to the car and settled her in the seat, his touch gentle and full of heartache as he carefully caressed her slightly swollen cheek.

His already eyes deepened several shades, as if stained with ink, looking utterly terrifying.

“Can you drive yourself home?” Bennett asked, handing her the car keys.

“Yeah,” Yvonne nodded. It was just a slap; she wasn't that fragile.

“Go back to Cherry Bay. I’ll come find you later,” Bennett added. “I’ll handle everything else, don’t worry.”

With so many people watching and filming outside the hospital, the scandal of popular young actress Yvonne being a homewrecker would probably be trending online before morning.

But with Bennett here, he would never let her be tarnished by such accusations.

Yolanda was awake, but she didn’t look at her mother. Instead, her tear-filled eyes were fixed on Bennett.

Bennett, however, didn’t approach. He stood calmly, speaking with the doctor.

“Fortunately, she was brought in just in time. She’s not in any serious danger. But she’ll need to be admitted for observation for a couple of days. The family can go handle the admission procedures,” the doctor said, instructing a nurse to write up the admission form.

Bennett took the form from the nurse, a faint, cold smile playing on his lips.

Just in time? Whether it was the timing of her arrival or the timing of her slitting her wrists, only Yolanda herself truly knew.

Bennett handled the hospital admission for Yolanda. When he returned to her room, he found Mr. and Mrs. Walker and Emma gathered around her bed.