Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 684

Due to the accident, Emma hemorrhaged and the baby was born prematurely.

But Mrs. Thompson Sr. protected Carol and her children, threatening to kill herself if anyone touched them.

In the end, Frank only managed to send Vanessa abroad, and the matter was dropped.

Although Vanessa was sent away, she lived a life of luxury. Frank had given his shares and assets to Bennett, but the money he gave his mother for her expenses was still used to support Carol and her children.

When Eden started his own business, wasn’t it Frank who provided the startup capital and a logistics company worth over a billion?

Emma should never have been so soft. She should have divorced Frank right then and there, after she was pushed and nearly bled to death.

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Emma stood up from the sofa, walked to the nightstand, and bent down to open the bottom drawer.

Tucked away inside was a divorce agreement.

Emma took it out and walked to the door.

She pulled the door open.

Frank was standing right outside, holding a bowl of warm soup. “Emma, I had the housekeeper make you some soup, you should have it while it’s warm…”

Before Frank could finish, the divorce papers slapped him across the face, sending the bowl of soup crashing to the floor. It splattered everywhere.

“Frank, let’s get a divorce. You can leave with nothing and go live with your mother and your illegitimate children.”

Frank frowned, looking at the divorce agreement lying on the floor, stained with soup.

Yvonne’s beautiful, almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly as she turned to look at him.

“Why are you staring at me? Do I look weird in a mask?” Bennett asked.

“No, you still look very handsome,” Yvonne said, tilting her chin up, her lovely eyes crinkling with a smile. “We both have masks on. It makes us look even more like a couple.”

With that, she leaned in and kissed him through their masks.

“Stop fooling around,” Bennett said, ruffling her hair. His gaze and touch were fond and gentle.

Bullet frolicked on the lawn until his owner called him, at which point he trotted back to her side.

“Time to go home, Bullet,” Yvonne said, patting his large head. She clipped on his leash and started walking back toward their apartment.