Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 657

“Ms. Jones, Mr. Thompson is injured. The local clinic can’t handle it, so he’s being transferred to the provincial hospital in Chano. Could you… could you come see him?”

Simon was trying his best to stay calm, but his voice was choked with an uncontrollable sob.

Yvonne’s mind went blank for a moment. All she could hear was a loud ringing in her ears, drowning out everything else.

“Ms. Jones? Ms. Jones, are you there?”

Simon’s voice finally pulled Yvonne back to reality.

She forced herself to remain calm. “I understand. I’m on my way.”

After hanging up, Yvonne immediately changed her clothes and rushed out the door.

“Yvonne, where are you going so late at night?” Helen, who was cleaning the living room, asked in confusion as she saw Yvonne heading out.

“Helen, I have to go out of town. I’ll be back in a while,” Yvonne managed to say before slamming the door behind her.

Bullet, seeing his mistress leave, instinctively tried to follow her out, but the door was already closed.

He sat by the entrance, whining with a sense of grievance.

“It’s okay, Bullet. Yvonne will be back soon,” Helen said, walking over and stroking his fur to comfort him.

Yvonne drove to the airport, speeding and even running a red light.

Fortunately, traffic was light at night.

She had already booked a flight while driving over. Upon arriving at the airport, she went straight to her gate.

The flight from Istra to Chano was three hours.

Her legs felt numb, moving mechanically as she followed the medical team.

She couldn’t tell where he was injured; all she could see was that he was covered in blood, his eyes tightly shut, completely lifeless.

The operating room and surgeons were ready. Bennett was wheeled directly into surgery.

“Ben… Ben!” Tears streamed down Yvonne’s face as she reached for his hand.

His hand was grimy, stained with dried blood.

Her fingertips barely grazed the back of his hand. His hands, usually warm and dry, were now as cold as ice.

Before she could grasp it, the operating room doors swung shut in her face. The only thing visible was the glaringly bright light above the door indicating surgery was in progress.

Simon and several other soldiers in camouflage were also left outside the closed doors.