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Sorry for Your Loss It's Me I'm the Loss novel Chapter 860

When they arrived at the Thompson residence, Frank and Emma were already there.

Frank was sitting with Mr. Thompson Sr., drinking tea and reading the newspaper, while Emma sat nearby.

“Grandfather, Dad, Mom,” Bennett said, leading Yvonne over to greet them.

“Bennett, Yvonne, you're here. Have a seat,” Mr. Thompson Sr. said, gesturing for them to sit down.

Bennett took a seat beside Mr. Thompson Sr., and Yvonne naturally sat down next to Emma.

Perhaps because Yvonne was pregnant, Emma seemed to view her more favorably now and was far less likely to give her a hard time.

“Bennett said you're over a month pregnant. How are you feeling? You don’t look very well,” Emma commented. It was a rare occurrence for her to speak so much to Yvonne, let alone initiate the conversation, as she was usually so aloof.

“I've been vomiting a lot and can't eat much,” Yvonne replied.

Emma nodded. “It’s like that at the beginning of a pregnancy. It'll get better in a couple of months. Have Helen make you more nourishing foods. You have to eat something, even if you don't have an appetite. These nine months will be tough.”

“I will, Mom,” Yvonne said with a nod, her demeanor compliant.

“Were you like this when you were pregnant with me?” Bennett chimed in.

“What do you think? Did you think you were delivered by a stork?” Emma retorted, though without any real heat.

“Well, thanks for putting up with me,” Bennett said with a smile.

“It’s true what they say: you don't know the sacrifices parents make until you have a child of your own. Now that Bennett is about to be a father, he’ll finally understand us,” Frank added with a laugh, holding his teacup.

Mr. Thompson Sr. remained silent, but his usually stern face had softened noticeably.

A new baby was always a welcome cause for celebration.

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