Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 336

Yolanda and Oscar walked side by side into the hospital elevator.

It was a private elevator for the VIP wing, so they were alone.

“Oscar, I heard the director of the Rogers family's hospital was arrested. Did I cause you more trouble?” Yolanda asked, her bright eyes filled with unease.

Oscar reached out and gently ruffled her hair. “Don’t overthink it,” he said softly. “It’s just a small matter. I can handle it.”

Yolanda walked Oscar out of the hospital. After exchanging a few more words of care, they parted ways.

…

After a swift and intensive investigation, Hans' case was handed over to the courts, and the trial began a month later.

Yvonne and Sandra accompanied Hans' parents to the hearing.

Since Mr. Bishop had shouldered all the responsibility, the Rogers family was not implicated.

The trial proceeded through hearings and recesses before a final verdict was announced.

The court determined that Hans had died from a widespread infection following his burns. The prosecution couldn't produce enough evidence to prove he was murdered.

Consequently, Mr. Bishop, the attending physician, and the nurse were ultimately sentenced for the crime of organ theft to two and a half years and one year in prison, respectively. They were ordered to pay the victim’s family a total of eight hundred and sixty thousand in compensation for emotional distress, funeral costs, and other expenses.

Upon hearing the verdict, Hans' parents broke down in the courtroom.

Their son had been murdered, yet the killer received only a two-year sentence. They were uneducated people, but they understood the old saying: a life for a life. Their son was gone, but the guilty had not received the punishment they deserved.

Hans' mother became hysterical, trying to rush the defendant's box to take revenge on the people who killed her son.

In stark contrast to the parents’ despair, Oscar and his lawyer emerged from the courthouse, flanked by bodyguards, looking triumphant and arrogant.

Perhaps finding the sun too bright, an assistant even held an umbrella over Oscar’s head.

“You murderers! Give me back my son! When Hans was first admitted, the doctor told us his injuries weren’t that serious! How could he have died? It must have been you! You killed him to take his organs!”

Seeing them, Tracy lost control and lunged forward, screaming and shouting.

Sandra had no choice but to hold her back tightly.

Causing a scene outside the courthouse could get Tracy arrested.

“Ma’am, I suggest you stop spreading baseless rumors, or I can sue you for slander,” Oscar said, his gaze dripping with condescension and contempt.