Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 667

"Alright," Bennett nodded with a smile. "If you approve, then that's all that matters."

"Don't get smart with me, you brat," Mr. Thompson Sr. grumbled, glaring at him good-naturedly.

Mr. Thompson Sr. and Tobias left the room.

Outside the door, Yvonne wasn't there, but Frank and Emma were still waiting.

"Dad, was Bennett really targeted? Is he still in danger?" Frank asked worriedly.

"It must have been that old woman and her bastard son, Eden! If anything happens to Bennett, that brat will inherit the entire Thompson fortune," Emma said heatedly.

One had to admit, a woman's intuition was often scarily accurate.

"Bennett was injured on a mission. Mom and Eden's reach doesn't extend into the military. Emma, I know you're worried, but you can't blame everything on my mother," Frank said, his tone one of weary resignation.

"I knew you'd defend that bastard. Let me tell you, Frank, even if my son and I both die, I'll donate every penny of my assets to charity before I let that brat see a single cent."

Emma grew more agitated, nearly starting a full-blown argument with Frank in the hallway.

"That's enough, both of you. Don't stir up more trouble before we know the facts," Mr. Thompson Sr. scolded them before leaving with Tobias.

…

Bennett recovered well. A week later, he was discharged from Chano General and secretly transferred to Istra Military Hospital to continue his treatment.

The shooting was still under investigation, so the public remained unaware of his recovery, believing he was still in a coma and close to death.

But Bennett grabbed her hand, feigning weakness. "I think I just need more rest. Moving my right arm too much seems to pull at the wound… Why don't you feed me?"

Yvonne sat back down, holding the bowl. She carefully blew on each spoonful to cool it before feeding it to Bennett.

"Are you sure we don't need a doctor?" she asked, still worried.

"I'm fine." Bennett had nearly finished the bowl. "The porridge is delicious. And so are you."

With that, he leaned in and pecked her on the lips.

"Bennett, I'm being serious," Yvonne said, pushing him away lightly, a hint of annoyance in her voice.