Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 482

“In this weather, a hot pot is just perfect. Karina made the dipping sauce herself, you all have to try it.”

Noah set up the induction cooker and brought various ingredients to the table.

Karina busied herself setting out the tableware. Yvonne pitched in to help, and the atmosphere finally eased.

Once the hot pot was simmering, Noah realized he’d forgotten to bring any wine.

Bennett had some in the trunk of his car; a friend had brought him a couple of bottles from abroad a while back, and he’d left them there.

While Bennett went to his car to get the wine, Yvonne sat at the table, dipping vegetables into the pot.

Noah made small talk with Yvonne, discussing things happening in their social circle, and the mood grew noticeably warmer.

Karina was busy putting meat and vegetables into her daughter Nicola’s bowl.

Watching Noah and Yvonne chat so pleasantly, she felt an inexplicable knot of resentment forming in her stomach.

Yvonne was such a vixen. She used that innocent-looking face of hers to seduce men everywhere she went.

First Thomas, then Bennett. After that, she led her brother on, and now she was flirting with her husband right in front of her.

Karina was so angry she wanted to splash the boiling broth from the pot onto Yvonne’s face, ruin that vixen-like beauty, and see who she could seduce then.

“Noah, why did your assistant prepare so much meat? The four of us can’t possibly eat all of this. And Nicola is just a child, it’s not good for her to eat too much.”

Karina placed some cooked meat into Noah’s bowl as she muttered.

How dare this vixen Yvonne bring up her brother? He was seriously injured, and she hadn’t even settled the score with them yet.

“It was all Bennett’s fault for being so impulsive and kicking your brother. Even though we were acting in self-defense, hurting someone is never good. I’ve already told Bennett he shouldn’t be so rash next time. For someone like your brother, who commits attempted rape, a crime of such a vile nature, we should just call the police and let them handle it. A few years in prison would teach him a better lesson than a couple of kicks.”

Yvonne’s words were calm and measured.

“You dare call the police on my brother? You were the one who seduced him!” Karina snapped, slamming her fork on the table with a loud clatter.

Yvonne narrowed her eyes at her, a cold glint in her smiling eyes. “Would you like to find out if I dare, Mrs. Thompson?”

Although Karina had always told herself that the vixen Yvonne had seduced her brother, deep down, she knew exactly what kind of person he was.