Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 879

Vincent had certainly spared no expense for April and the secret child in her womb.

Mrs. Walker found April's room but didn't rush in. Instead, she stood at the door, observing.

She waited for a long time before an attendant came out. The attendant was carrying something and didn't close the door securely behind her.

Through the crack in the door, Mrs. Walker saw her husband, Vincent, feeding soup to another woman.

April's belly was so large that she had to remain seated on the bed. Vincent sat on the edge, patiently feeding her soup one spoonful at a time.

When April seemed reluctant to eat, Vincent would coax her in a soft, gentle voice.

The scene made Mrs. Walker's eyes burn with jealousy.

Mrs. Walker and Vincent had an arranged marriage; there had never been any passionate love between them.

The only time Vincent had ever been so attentive to her was when she was pregnant. He had fertility issues, and Mrs. Walker had always believed Yolanda would be his only child. She never imagined that at his age, he would father an illegitimate son.

Vincent and April were completely unaware that they were being watched.

After finishing the soup, Vincent picked up a storybook and read a passage aloud. It wasn't for April, of course, but for the baby—just a way for him to bond with his unborn child.

After finishing the story, Vincent glanced at the time. He had a meeting that afternoon and couldn't stay with April and the baby all day.

Before he left, he gave April a kiss and gently caressed her belly, his face filled with tenderness and a clear reluctance to leave.

Mrs. Walker waited patiently for Vincent to leave after his lovey-dovey display, only entering the room after he was gone.

"I have nothing to say to you," April said. She was about to give birth and wanted to avoid any conflict with Mrs. Walker. She turned to the attendant and ordered, "I don't know her. Please ask her to leave."

The attendant had been hired by Vincent for a small fortune to care for April, so she naturally followed April's instructions.

She walked over to Mrs. Walker and began, politely enough, "Ma'am, this is a private room for patients. Unauthorized visitors are not allowed. Please leave immedi—"

But before the attendant could finish her sentence, Mrs. Walker raised her arm and slapped her hard across the face. "Who do you think you are to be barking at me? Is it your place to speak?"

The attendant was completely stunned, never expecting to be hit. She stared wide-eyed, instinctively bringing a hand to her cheek, which was already swelling as a ringing filled her ears.

April hadn't expected Mrs. Walker to resort to violence. She slowly got out of bed, went to the attendant's side to check the injury on her face, and then turned to Mrs. Walker, accusingly, "How could you hit her?"

Hearing this, Mrs. Walker let out a cold laugh and, without another word, raised her hand and slapped April across the face.