Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 480

Before and after the Christmas, Jeffrey had called her countless times.

First, he asked her to come home for Christmas's Eve. Then he said Teresa missed her. This time, he was asking if she could come back for a family dinner at the end of the holidays.

Given that every visit home ended unpleasantly, Yvonne refused him again.

Jeffrey’s voice was tinged with disappointment. He reminded her to take care of herself before hanging up.

The call didn’t dampen Yvonne’s good mood. During the drive, she continued to chat and laugh with Bennett.

Two hours later, they arrived at their destination.

Yvonne was the first to open her door and jump out of the car.

The place was where the river met the sea, and the wind that swept in carried a biting chill.

Yvonne took a deep breath, finding the cold air surprisingly fresh.

“Put this on, you’ll catch a cold,” Bennett said, getting out of the car and draping a heavy coat over her shoulders.

Then, with one arm around her and the other pulling a suitcase, he led her toward a wooden cabin in the distance.

The area was still undeveloped, with nothing but natural landscapes as far as the eye could see. There was only a single, small wooden cabin, giving one the feeling of being in a fairy tale.

They entered the cabin.

The interior was simple but tidy, with a warm fire burning in the hearth. Noah must have arranged for someone to prepare it ahead of time.

The bedrooms were upstairs. Bennett led Yvonne up the stairs and into one of the rooms.

The room was even simpler, with only a wooden wardrobe, a chair, and a modest double bed.

Yvonne walked to the window, pushed it open, and looked out at the scenery.

She was dressed in designer clothes and dripping with jewelry, looking more like she was heading to a gala than a country outing.

“Bennett and the others are already here. Let’s go inside,” Noah said, carrying Nicola as he walked ahead, with Karina trailing behind.

She was wearing high heels and carrying a suitcase, so she couldn't walk too fast. As she walked, she couldn't help but complain.

“I told you we should have brought a driver or a nanny. It’s so inconvenient for us to look after Nicola on our own.”

Noah, still holding their child, glanced back at her, his expression utterly cold.

“If you don’t want to be here, you can go back now.”

“That’s not what I meant. I’m just worried we won’t be able to manage her by ourselves,” Karina said, clearly intimidated by Noah’s stern look.

“We’re Nicola’s parents. How could we not be able to take care of her? Now, let’s go inside. It’s cold out here, and I don’t want Nicola getting sick.”