Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 368

She went into the bathroom, washed her tear-streaked face, and had a maid bring her an ice pack for her swollen eyes. After applying a high-end face mask, she went to bed.

Yolanda was exhausted from crying all afternoon and quickly fell asleep.

Mrs. Walker left her daughter's room and returned to the living room, where her husband was watching the evening news.

She walked over, picked up the remote, and turned off the TV.

"What's wrong with Yolanda?" Mr. Walker asked.

"Bennett was fooling around with some starlet in his hospital room, and Yolanda walked in on them. Hmph, he takes two bullets and still has the energy to mess around with women. It seems his injuries weren't serious enough."

Mrs. Walker snorted with contempt.

"Our Yolanda's health is so delicate, yet she goes to the hospital to visit him every day. And what does she get in return? The man has no conscience. If the Thompson family doesn't give me a satisfactory explanation, I won't let this go. They shouldn't think they can just walk all over the Walker family."

Mr. Walker frowned slightly at his wife's words.

Bennett was a far superior future son-in-law compared to Oscar.

He had a prestigious background and a boundless future, making him the best choice for the Walker family. The only downside was that he couldn't be easily controlled.

"Calm down. It's a small matter. Let's not make things awkward for both families. I'm at a critical point for a promotion right now, and I need the Thompson family's financial support."

"All you care about is your career! Does that mean our daughter should just suffer in silence?" Mrs. Walker retorted.

"Men are all drawn to novelty. Today it's a model, tomorrow it's an actress. The day after, he'll probably be sick of it," Mr. Walker said. He took a cup of freshly brewed premium tea from a maid, took a sip, and continued.

"I know Yolanda has been wronged. Tell her not to visit the hospital for a while. Let's give that Bennett boy the cold shoulder. I'll call Frank and tell him to teach his son some manners."

Mr. Walker's response finally satisfied his wife.

Having been in positions of power for years, the couple didn't give a second thought to a minor actress like Yvonne.

A palpable tension grew between mother and son.

Yvonne didn't want to see them fight because of her, so she pulled her hand free from Bennett's and stood up.

"I have to go. Mr. Thompson, please get some rest. I'll come see you another day."

As Yvonne turned to leave, Bennett grabbed her wrist again.

This time, it wasn't a forceful grip. His thumb gently caressed the delicate skin of her wrist, his fingers occasionally tracing her palm, sending a tingling, illicit warmth through her.

Despite his intimate gestures, Bennett's handsome face remained serious and cool, completely straight-faced.

"Ms. Jones, I did take a bullet for you. The least you could do is stay and take care of me for a few days. That's not too much to ask, is it?"

Only Mr. Bennett Thompson could make emotional blackmail sound so reasonable.