Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 447

Flora had died because of her. Even if Yolanda were truly innocent, he could never be completely without resentment. And he knew she wasn't innocent.

"Bennett," Yolanda said, her hand frozen in mid-air, her expression filled with hurt.

"Bennett, can we please not break up?" She lowered her arm and clutched the hem of his shirt instead.

"I can overlook your affair with Ms. Jones. After we're married, you can even see her privately. As long as you don't flaunt it in my face or have any illegitimate children, I can tolerate it."

"Bennett, I really, truly love you. I don't want to be apart. Please, can we not break up?" Yolanda begged, her voice choked with sobs.

Bennett silently pried her fingers from his shirt. "Yolanda," he said, his voice flat, "you know I'm in the military. I can't be involved in any scandals."

"So you're determined to be with her, is that it? What's so special about her? Is it because she's young and pretty, because she's good in bed? Are all you men so shallow?"

Yolanda lost control, her voice rising to a shriek as she began swiping everything she could reach off the nightstand.

The floor was instantly littered with debris. A glass shattered, splashing water onto the cuff of Bennett's pants.

Bennett didn't say a word, merely watching her with a cold smirk. The gentle, dignified lady had finally shown her true colors.

The commotion was so loud that Mrs. Walker and Emma rushed back into the room, thinking something was wrong.

They were both startled by the mess on the floor.

"What happened? Yolanda, are you hurt?" Mrs. Walker asked worriedly.

"I'm fine. I just accidentally knocked over a glass," Yolanda replied, her face sullen.

Mrs. Walker sat down by the bed and let out a deep sigh.

"You know your health is fragile, yet you still let yourself get this worked up," she chided gently.

"What kind of spell has that bitch cast on him? He's dead set on breaking up with me!" Yolanda shrieked, unable to contain her fury.

As the only daughter of the Walker family, she had been spoiled her entire life. Her chronic illnesses had only made her more willful and demanding.

In public, she maintained a facade of grace and kindness, but in reality, she was emotionally volatile. Over the years, countless servants had been dismissed for failing to please her.

The only reason no unpleasant rumors had ever surfaced was because the Walker family's power kept the lower-class staff from ever daring to speak out of turn.