Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 476

“Is it done? What’s taking so long? Get her out here now.”

Yvonne smirked coldly. So, there was a lookout.

Furious, she yanked the door open and swung her hand, landing a sharp slap across his face.

When Kevin saw the door open, he assumed it was his bodyguard, April, bringing the woman out. He was just about to embrace his prize when the stinging slap sent him reeling.

“You bitch! Do you know who I am? How dare you hit me!” Kevin yelled, and his other bodyguards rushed forward.

However, before any of them could even touch a hair on Yvonne’s head, Bennett had taken them down, one by one, with a swift kick each.

Seeing this, Kevin immediately changed his tune, his face contorting into a sycophantic smile. “A misunderstanding, Mr. Bennett Thompson, it’s all a misunderstanding. My sister is Karina. We’re family.”

Bennett’s gaze swept over him coldly before settling on Yvonne. “What happened?” he asked.

“He had ill intentions. He tried to drug me,” Yvonne stated plainly.

If she hadn't been so alert and held her breath the moment the cloth touched her face, she would have been unconscious by now.

“Are you okay?” Bennett asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

Yvonne shook her head, assuring him she was fine.

Bennett’s eyes scanned her from head to toe. Only when he was certain she was unharmed did his heart settle back into his chest.

Then, his gaze shifted back to Kevin, turning instantly glacial.

“Mr. Bennett Thompson,” Kevin stammered, trembling under his intimidating stare. Before he could formulate an excuse, Bennett’s foot connected with his chest.

Kevin was sent flying several feet back.

Seeing her brother writhing in pain, Karina’s heart ached, and tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn’t help but feel a surge of resentment toward Bennett.

He had injured her brother so badly, all over a woman.

The White family stayed at the hospital all night. The next morning, an exhausted Karina finally returned home.

Noah and their daughter were already awake, sitting at the dining table having breakfast.

“Mommy,” the little girl called out, her eyes lighting up when she saw her mother.

Noah looked up at her as well. “How’s Kevin?” he asked with concern.

“Two broken ribs. He’ll have to stay in the hospital for a while,” Karina replied.

Just two broken ribs. It wasn’t a light injury, but it wasn’t life-threatening either. Noah didn’t press further and casually remarked, “It might be good for your brother to be laid up in the hospital for a bit. It’ll keep him out of trouble, and you won’t have to keep cleaning up his messes.”