Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 866

“Good morning, Mrs. Thompson. I made that breakfast bowl you like, along with some fresh sandwiches,” Gina said, before adding, “Is Mr. Thompson here? Should I set a place for him?”

“He’s not home, and you know it. Why pretend to ask?” Cynthia said, sitting down at the table and fixing Gina with a cold stare.

“Mr. Thompson went out? I’m sorry, ma’am, I really didn’t know,” Gina said, feigning innocence.

Cynthia chuckled. “How could you not know? Wasn't it you who tipped off the White family so he'd be called away?”

“Ma’am, what are you talking about? I don’t understand,” Gina said, playing dumb.

Cynthia didn’t waste any more words. She simply pulled out her phone and played the security footage.

The video clearly showed Gina repeatedly loitering outside Cynthia and Noah's bedroom door, then furtively pulling out her phone to make a call.

“I never thought hiring a housekeeper would mean hiring a spy. Gina, you’re wasted on cooking. You should be working for an intelligence agency,” Cynthia sneered.

It was too much of a coincidence that Nicola got sick every time she and Noah were intimate. It happened once, twice, but every single time? That had to be deliberate.

And how would the White family know about her and Noah’s private moments with such perfect timing? They must have had a spy in the house.

Cynthia had a pinhole camera installed near the master bedroom door, and sure enough, she caught Gina eavesdropping.

Cynthia asked, “I’m really curious. What did the White family offer you to make you so dedicated?”

Gina replied, “Ms. White is very generous.”

With that, Gina took off her apron and tossed it onto a nearby chair. Now that she’d been caught, she knew she couldn’t stay.

Cynthia delivered the news in a calm, unhurried tone.

“What… you’re bluffing. You’re just trying to scare me,” Gina stammered, fumbling for her phone to call her son and husband.

Her husband’s phone was unreachable—of course it was, he was in custody.

Her son’s call went through. He had just been fired and was screaming into the phone in a rage.

After hanging up, Gina’s face went pale. The world spun around her.

It was only then that she finally understood. A wealthy woman like Cynthia, who lived in a multi-million dollar mansion, was not someone a person like her could ever afford to cross.

“Ma’am, I was wrong, I was so wrong. Please, forgive me this one time,” Gina cried, tears streaming down her face as she dropped to her knees in front of Cynthia.