Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 951

"I don't know, let's eat it first and find out. How will I know if it makes me feel sick if I don't eat it?" Yvonne looked up at him, a smile on her face.

Bennett and Yvonne walked into Mrs. Powell's office.

Mrs. Powell took the ultrasound report, glanced it over, and smiled. "The mother and baby are both very healthy. You can rest assured."

"Thank you for your hard work, Mrs. Powell," Yvonne said politely with a smile.

Bennett stood behind her, his gaze on Mrs. Powell dark and intimidating.

His presence was so intense that Mrs. Powell's heart fluttered uncontrollably.

"A child is only truly safe once it's born. Mrs. Powell, you're a top obstetrician. I'm entrusting my wife and child to you, and I expect you to guarantee their safety," Bennett said, his voice low.

"Don't worry, I'll do my best," Mrs. Powell promised.

"I don't want your best effort. I want a guarantee," Bennett retorted, then took Yvonne's hand and led her out.

Yvonne was pulled along, passively following him out of the office and down the hospital corridor.

"Bennett, why were you so harsh with Mrs. Powell? She's actually a nice person," Yvonne said as they walked.

Hearing this, Bennett stopped, turned to her, and let out a cold sneer. "A nice person who accepts bribes?"

Yvonne stood before him and sighed in exasperation. "It was wrong for Mrs. Powell to take bribes, but she's seen the error of her ways, hasn't she?"

"She hasn't seen the error of her ways. She's just not a complete idiot and knows how to weigh her options," Bennett said coldly.

"Okay, okay, you're right." Yvonne didn't argue, just nodded in agreement. "But, you know, to err is human. As police officers, we're supposed to give people who've made mistakes a chance to start over."

"Vonnie, you're not a police officer anymore..."

"They're probably watching you. This same car was here during your last two check-ups," Bennett said coldly, his hands on the steering wheel.

"So they really are treating me like a source for spare parts," Yvonne sneered. Then a thought struck her: had they treated Flora the same way? Had they watched her, monitored her, waiting for the right moment to strike?

Bennett's car slowly drove out of the hospital grounds.

Meanwhile, in the Toyota trailing them, Mrs. Walker and Yolanda kept their eyes fixed on the car ahead.

Yolanda wore a face mask, and her figure was severely bloated and distorted by her illness.

"Mom, they were here for a check-up, weren't they? How lucky for them. Mom, how much longer do I have to wait? Look at me, I'm a complete mess. I can't wait any longer."

Yolanda's emotions were spiraling out of control.