Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 433

Upon hearing this, Frank’s expression darkened. The hand holding the teapot trembled uncontrollably, and tea splashed onto the table.

“Don’t talk nonsense. I only have one son. If your mother heard you say that, she’d never forgive you.”

“There are plenty of things she won’t forgive me for. Today, with Yolanda's suicide attempt, didn't she pin all the blame on me?” Bennett set down his cup and reached for the cigarette box and lighter on the table.

Bennett didn't continue the previous topic, and Frank breathed a sigh of relief, changing the subject to Yolanda.

“You’ve been busy with work all these years, barely spending a few days a year with your mother. Yolanda, on the other hand, has always been there for her, acting like a devoted daughter. Your mother genuinely loves her.”

“Whatever Vincent has done, it has nothing to do with Yolanda. She’s innocent.”

“Innocent? Is she really innocent?” The lighter in Bennett's hand clicked, and smoke curled up from his long fingers.

A cold smile touched his lips, the smoke blurring the sharp, cynical lines of his handsome face.

“Anyone with a bit of common sense knows how difficult it is to find a suitable kidney donor. And Yolanda has a rare blood type, making a match almost impossible. Yet, every time she needed a transplant, a suitable donor would miraculously appear.

“How could there be so many coincidences in the world? Yolanda isn’t stupid; she’s just been playing dumb. She has always known she’s been extending her own life at the cost of others’.”

“Flora and her unborn child who died so tragically—they were the innocent ones. Yvonne and the officers who sacrificed their lives investigating this case—they were the innocent ones.”

With that, Bennett forcefully extinguished the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray. The tips of his fingers, which had been holding the cigarette, turned a faint, pale white from the pressure.

Frank looked at his son, momentarily speechless.

He pushed open the door to find the living room lights on, bright and warm.

Yvonne was sitting on the sofa in a long dress. She had removed her makeup, her small face fair and clean, her beautiful, fox-like eyes half-closed in a lazy manner.

Bullet was lying at her feet, looking just as languid, his large tail swaying lazily.

At the sound of the door opening, Bullet’s ears perked up. He quickly got up from the rug and trotted to the entrance.

Seeing his master return, Bullet panted happily, wagging his tail and placing his front paws on Bennett’s long legs.

Bennett patted his head, then changed his shoes and walked inside.