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Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 958

Summary for Chapter 958: Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss

Chapter summary: Chapter 958 from the book Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss by Nydia Scott

Discover the most important events of Chapter 958, a chapter full of surprises in the acclaimed novel Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss. With the engaging writing of Nydia Scott, this Romance masterpiece continues to thrill and captivate with every page.

Dana took the baby and carefully carried her back to the hospital room.

In the room, Helen and a maternity nurse were already there, but Dana wouldn't dream of entrusting the newborn to two strangers.

Incidents of babies being stolen or switched were rare, but not unheard of.

Yvonne herself had been secretly switched at birth and had suffered for over a decade.

Their Thompson family princess was born to be cherished. She couldn't endure even a hint of hardship.

Dana stayed in the room watching over the baby, while Bennett, Frank, and Emma continued to wait outside the delivery room.

They waited for nearly another hour before the delivery room door opened again.

Mrs. Powell walked out and said to Bennett and the others with a deeply apologetic expression, "I'm so sorry. The patient suffered an amniotic fluid embolism. We did everything we could, but we were unable to save her. She has passed away."

"What did you say?" Emma asked in disbelief.

Frank was also stunned. The thermos Bennett was holding slipped from his hands and clattered onto the floor. The soup, meant for Yvonne after she gave birth, splattered everywhere.

Without a word, Bennett pushed past Mrs. Powell and rushed into the delivery room.

The room had been scrubbed clean and the windows thrown open, but the sharp, metallic tang of blood still clung to the air.

Yvonne was still lying on the delivery bed, but a white sheet was draped over her, covering her face.

"Yvonne." Bennett walked to the bedside and instinctively grabbed her hand. He squeezed it tightly, his fingertips searching for her pulse.

Just as he found her pulse point, Yvonne's fingers twitched, secretly scratching his palm.

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