Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 848

Planning a wedding is exhausting. After turning off the lights, Cynthia fell asleep quickly.

Meanwhile, at a hotel owned by the Thompson family.

The guests had long since departed. Dana handed Nicola over to Karina and instructed the driver to take the mother and daughter home.

Dana had initially planned to take Nicola back to the Thompson estate, but the child first asked for her father, and when she couldn't find him, she cried for her mother. A child that small is still very dependent on her parents.

So, Dana had no choice but to hand her over to Karina, her biological mother.

Seeing the Thompsons return her child, Karina felt that with her daughter as leverage, she could still negotiate with them.

“Where are my parents? Do you realize this is false imprisonment? Are the Thompsons planning on breaking the law? If you dare harm them, I won't let you get away with it.”

Dana heard her out but couldn't be bothered to say a word. Arguing with someone so clueless would only make her seem clueless too.

Bennett just scoffed, amused by her audacity.

He turned to Yvonne. “Yvonne, didn't you say you wanted to play a game with Nicola? Why don't you take her outside to play for a bit?”

Yvonne hesitated for a moment, then understood Bennett's intention.

She walked over to Nicola, smiling as she held out her hand. “Nicola, Aunt Yvonne has a really fun game, but it's a little cramped in here. How about we go play outside?”

Nicola's eyes lit up, clearly interested. But she instinctively glanced back at her mother.

Just as Karina was about to speak, Yvonne cut in. “Mommy and your uncle have grown-up things to sort out, and it's not for little ears. We'll just play right outside the door, and as soon as they're done, you can go home with your mom.”

The push sent Karina stumbling, and she fell to the floor.

After Mr. White vented his anger, Mrs. White started playing the good cop, helping Karina up from the floor with a pained expression and scolding her husband. “Why are you taking your anger out on our daughter?”

“Karina, are you alright? You know how your father is. He didn't mean it,” Mrs. White said with concern.

“I'm fine.” Karina shook her head, then took her mother's arm. “Are you and Dad okay?”

“We're not young anymore. Being locked up for so long has been terrifying, and your father has a weak heart,” Mrs. White added, playing the victim card.

Just then, Bennett walked in. A quick-witted bodyguard immediately brought a chair and placed it beside him.

Bennett sat down, pulled a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his suit pocket, lit one, and slowly exhaled a plume of smoke.