Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 875

"What's wrong?"

"She just threw up again," Bennett explained. "Yvonne's not feeling well, so I'm taking her home."

"Alright, go home and get some rest. Have Helen make some light soup for Yvonne to drink, but make sure she continues taking her supplements. It should get better after these first two months," Emma instructed.

"I will," Bennett nodded, and left with Yvonne in his arms.

"Bennett and Yvonne are so in love, it really makes you envious," Cynthia couldn't help but comment as she watched Bennett's retreating back.

Even while carrying Yvonne, Bennett's steps were steady, and his every move was careful, as if he were holding a precious treasure.

"And you and Noah aren't? You two were childhood sweethearts, with a bond forged since you were kids. Besides, after all these years and all the twists and turns, the fact that you could still end up together... it must be destiny," Emma said with a smile.

Cynthia forced a smile in return, but it didn't reach her eyes.

Cynthia had thought she had everything under control, but she had underestimated a father's love for his daughter.

The bond of blood was deeper and more steadfast than love.

Her baby was gone, yet Noah had a child with another woman—a child he now cherished and held dear.

Cynthia thought she could be indifferent, that she could face it calmly, but she had overestimated herself. It felt like something was stuck in her chest, a constant pressure that made it hard to breathe.

If Cynthia were a little more ruthless, she could have made Nicola disappear without a trace. The fools in the White family would probably never even notice.

But Cynthia still had her sanity and wouldn't harm an innocent child.

"We were here with Yvonne to pick out her wedding gown and dresses. She wasn't feeling well, so Bennett took her home early," Cynthia replied, stepping down the stairs in her high heels.

Noah walked beside her and, with a thoughtful gesture, opened the car door and helped her in.

During the drive, neither of them spoke.

Although Noah and Cynthia weren't exactly in a cold war, the honeymoon phase had long since evaporated.

Noah was busy with company affairs, and Cynthia had her own businesses to run—a film production company and two talent agencies, which kept her even busier.

As a result, the couple left early and returned late, sometimes barely exchanging a few words all day.