Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 917

The elevator descended and stopped at the next floor. As the doors slowly opened, Thomas was standing right outside.

Thomas saw Bennett in the elevator holding Yvonne in his arms. He paused for a moment before stepping inside.

“Going out so late, cousin?” Bennett asked, looking at Thomas.

“Couldn't sleep, so I'm going out for some fresh air,” Thomas replied, his gaze sweeping over Yvonne.

Yvonne was nestled in Bennett's arms, only half of her fair, radiant face visible. Her thick lashes cast faint shadows on her cheeks.

She was very still, as if asleep.

“Coming back from the terrace?” Thomas asked.

“Yeah. Yvonne wanted to see the stars, but she fell asleep,” Bennett had just replied when the elevator stopped at their floor.

The doors opened, and Bennett stepped out, still carrying Yvonne.

The Thompson Group's retreat lasted a week, after which everyone began to depart in succession.

Bennett and Yvonne boarded the cruise ship in the morning. They weren't in a hurry to return, instead spending the entire day sailing on the sea.

Bennett had also prepared a set of fishing gear and was fishing from the boat, looking every bit the part.

Yvonne sat with Bennett on the deck as he fished. She wasn't interested in fishing; she wanted to see dolphins.

Dolphins occasionally appeared in these waters, but seeing them was purely a matter of luck.

Yvonne's luck wasn't great, so she didn't see any.

It was already evening when the cruise ship docked.

Yolanda hid behind Mrs. Walker the entire time, only emerging after Bennett and Yvonne had left.

Like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, her eyes were fixed grimly on their retreating backs.

“Why were you hiding behind your mother? Are you not feeling well again?” Vincent asked Yolanda with concern.

“No,” Yolanda replied in a low voice, subconsciously touching her face.

During her hospital stay, she had endured countless injections and swallowed endless disgusting medications.

Although her condition was now under control, she looked terrible—her face was sallow and gaunt, as if she had aged several years, completely devoid of life.

Due to her declining kidney function, Yolanda felt weak and was even slightly bloated.

When she stood in front of a mirror and saw her ugly reflection, she couldn't help but hate it. How could she dare let Bennett and Yvonne see her and give them a chance to laugh at her?