Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 869

"Still have the strength to curse with one foot in the grave," Emma sneered.

"Seeing you just makes me want to curse you, you shameless hussy, seducing my son. Frank was so dutiful until you instigated him to defy me. Where is Frank? Why isn't he here yet? I need to give my last words! I have to tell him to leave the Thompson company and fortune to Eden. Your bastard son won't get a single penny!"

The elder Mrs. Thompson screamed with all her might, her face draining of color from the extreme agitation.

"Ma'am, please don't get so excited. The doctor said you have a weak heart and you mustn't get agitated." The caregiver rushed over nervously, patting the elder Mrs. Thompson on the chest and rubbing her back.

Then, turning to Emma, the caregiver said, "Mrs. Thompson, the old lady is very ill and her life is at risk. Please don't provoke her any further."

"I'm not provoking her. She's just not strong enough to handle it," Emma said, her tone cool and detached.

The elder Mrs. Thompson should have been very familiar with those words.

Years ago, when Vanessa Monroe pushed Emma down the stairs, she had a difficult childbirth with massive bleeding, nearly dying along with her baby. Bennett was rushed to an incubator right after birth, and though they hired the best pediatric team in the country, not a single specialist dared promise he would survive.

While enduring her own pain, Emma was tormented by worry for her child in the neonatal intensive care unit.

And at that very moment, The elder Mrs. Thompson had come to the hospital to torment her, calling her useless for not being able to save her first child, for being barren for so many years, and for now giving birth to a sickly baby who couldn't compare to her precious grandson, Eden.

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