Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 595

Jeffrey said with a sigh, his voice tinged with a sob.

Yvonne didn't know if Jeffrey was being sincere or just playing the sympathy card, but either way, she didn't care.

The way the Spencer family had treated her past self wasn't something that could be erased by time.

That poor girl had been driven to her death by her own relatives, by the Spencer family. Her body and soul were destroyed; the Spencers had no right to talk about regret or making amends.

“When the Spencer family was thriving, the grand birthday parties were for Queena, not me. If Teresa is overflowing with motherly love, she should go find Queena. After all, Queena is the beloved daughter she doted on for nearly twenty years.”

Yvonne's words left Jeffrey speechless, unable to form a rebuttal.

Tired of wasting her breath on him, Yvonne ended the call.

She was just trying to have a nice birthday, and of course, someone unpleasant had to ruin the mood. What a downer.

Yvonne blocked and deleted Jeffrey's number, then tossed her phone into her handbag, grabbed her purse, and walked out in her high heels.

Bennett had left a car for her in the Cherry Bay underground garage, though Yvonne rarely drove it. Today was one of those rare occasions.

Yvonne's car moved at a steady, unhurried pace. The rare Hermès bag Sandra had given her sat on the passenger seat, and the phone inside began to ring again.

With one hand on the steering wheel, Yvonne fished the phone out of her bag. The caller ID showed Bennett's name.

“On your way to the Joneses?” Bennett’s deep, gentle voice asked.

“Still on the road, but I'm almost there,” Yvonne replied.

“Then I'll head straight to the Joneses' place,” Bennett said warmly.

“Okay,” Yvonne nodded, then ended the call and put the phone back in her bag.

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