Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 553

Hearing this, both Shirley and Yvonne's faces went pale.

Most of the villagers had already moved out. The only grandmother and granddaughter they knew who still lived here were Clara and her elderly grandma.

That young girl, born into poverty and faced with hardship, yet always optimistic—she was raped and murdered last night?!

Yvonne glanced at the police tape cordoning off the area and instinctively ran toward it.

"Yvonne, where are you going?" Shirley shouted, quickly running after her.

One after the other, they ran to Clara's house.

But the house was now surrounded by police tape, with no unauthorized entry allowed.

Police cars and an ambulance were parked out front.

Paramedics carried out two stretchers. The figures on them were covered with white sheets, clearly deceased.

The police were still examining the scene, prohibiting anyone from entering.

Yvonne, Shirley, and a few other onlookers were kept outside the perimeter.

But even from the entrance, Yvonne could smell the heavy scent of blood hanging in the air.

As the stretchers were carried past them, a hand fell from under one of the white sheets. It was tightly clutching the lipstick Yvonne had given her.

It was Clara's body. The only piece of makeup she had ever used in her life was that lipstick from Yvonne, and she held onto it even in death.

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