Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 870

Seeing the elder Mrs. Thompson collapse, the terrified caregiver immediately called for doctors and nurses.

Medical staff rushed in and began emergency procedures on the elder Mrs. Thompson

The monitor beside the bed blared with piercing alarms as her blood pressure and oxygen levels steadily dropped. Finally, the electrocardiogram flatlined.

The elder Mrs. Thompson had been hanging on by a thread, just wanting to see her unborn great-grandson. With Yolanda aborting the child, her last hope was gone.

The elder Mrs. Thompson always said she couldn't die in peace without seeing her great-grandson born.

She was true to her word; her eyes remained open in death.

"Time of death, 1:05 PM. Notify the family," the doctor said to a nurse, sighing.

Emma stood behind the medical team, watching the elder Mrs. Thompson's lifeless body, her eyes wide open. A wave of long-awaited peace washed over her, so intense it broke the dam of her restraint, and she finally let the tears fall.

Her mind flashed back to the times she had collapsed in pools of her own blood.

The first time, the elder Mrs. Thompson had intentionally locked her outside in the freezing snow. She had slipped, bled so much, and lost her daughter.

That was her first child. She had bought so many beautiful little dresses and dolls, eagerly awaiting her birth. In the end, she lost her because of the elder Mrs. Thompson

The second time was when Vanessa pushed her down the stairs, causing her water to break in a gush of amniotic fluid and blood. She had almost died, along with her child.

All of this was the bitter fruit of the elder Mrs. Thompson's cruelty. Now, with her death, the debt was finally paid.

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