Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 720

Emma swatted his arm playfully. “Stop being a smart-aleck with me.”

Bennett didn’t mind the slap. He even took her hand. “Gently, now. I’m tough, but I don’t want you to hurt your hand.”

Emma pulled her hand away, still pretending to be angry, but a faint smile touched her eyes.

Bennett quickly changed the subject.

As long as Yvonne wasn’t the topic of conversation, mother and son could get along just fine.

“Has that Mrs. Zade contacted you recently?” Bennett asked, a hint of a sneer in his voice.

Mentioning Nelly, Emma couldn’t help but sigh. “Nelly is getting more and more foolish with age. How could she do something so scandalous? If she and Marshall were truly in love, they should have divorced their spouses first before getting together.”

“There’s no love there. It’s just a matter of mutual convenience,” Bennett said flatly.

“Nelly is so reckless. With her reputation in tatters, what will happen to Mignon? Such a beautiful, sweet girl… it’ll be difficult for her to marry into a good family now,” Emma continued to lament.

High society was rotten to the core, but it placed the utmost importance on outward appearances. That was why families kept their illegitimate children hidden and certainly never let them inherit the family business, unless there were no legitimate heirs to take the spot.

Nelly’s affair had become public knowledge, directly tainting Mignon’s reputation. Marrying into a wealthy, respectable family was now out of the question for her.

“You shouldn’t worry so much about others. My assistant told me your health hasn’t been good lately. Your last check-up showed several concerning results,” Bennett said, his voice turning serious.

“Then, let’s make them all disappear,” Bennett suggested, his expression dead serious.

“Bennett, don’t do anything foolish. You have a bright future ahead of you. Don’t dirty your hands because of those people. If you do anything rash, you’ll be the death of me,” Emma warned.

Bennett chuckled. “What are you thinking? I don’t have to dirty my own hands to get rid of them. Mrs. Thompson Sr. is hanging on by a thread; she won’t last much longer. As for Eden, he’ll dig his own grave soon enough.”

Emma nodded, though her mood didn’t improve much.

Bennett reached out and gently patted her head. “Don’t worry. I’ll get you the justice you deserve, and you won’t have to wait too long.”

A smile finally graced Emma’s face. She playfully swatted his hand away. “Alright, stop treating me like that little girlfriend of yours. That kind of sweet talk doesn’t work on me.”