Sorry for Your Loss It's Me I'm the Loss novel Chapter 958

Dana took the baby and carefully carried her back to the hospital room.

In the room, Helen and a maternity nurse were already there, but Dana wouldn't dream of entrusting the newborn to two strangers.

Incidents of babies being stolen or switched were rare, but not unheard of.

Yvonne herself had been secretly switched at birth and had suffered for over a decade.

Their Thompson family princess was born to be cherished. She couldn't endure even a hint of hardship.

Dana stayed in the room watching over the baby, while Bennett, Frank, and Emma continued to wait outside the delivery room.

They waited for nearly another hour before the delivery room door opened again.

Mrs. Powell walked out and said to Bennett and the others with a deeply apologetic expression, "I'm so sorry. The patient suffered an amniotic fluid embolism. We did everything we could, but we were unable to save her. She has passed away."

"What did you say?" Emma asked in disbelief.

Frank was also stunned. The thermos Bennett was holding slipped from his hands and clattered onto the floor. The soup, meant for Yvonne after she gave birth, splattered everywhere.

Without a word, Bennett pushed past Mrs. Powell and rushed into the delivery room.

The room had been scrubbed clean and the windows thrown open, but the sharp, metallic tang of blood still clung to the air.

Yvonne was still lying on the delivery bed, but a white sheet was draped over her, covering her face.

"Yvonne." Bennett walked to the bedside and instinctively grabbed her hand. He squeezed it tightly, his fingertips searching for her pulse.

Just as he found her pulse point, Yvonne's fingers twitched, secretly scratching his palm.

Though she hadn't been fond of Yvonne at first, since she had married Bennett, she was family. Moreover, Yvonne had died giving birth to Bennett's child.

Emma recalled her own near-death experience when she gave birth to Bennett, and she felt a deep empathy, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Yvonne, Yvonne, you poor child, you were so young. How could you just leave? What will Bennett and your newborn baby do now?"

"My daughter-in-law's prenatal checkups were always fine, and it was a natural birth. How could there be an accident?" Frank refused to accept this, his expression a mix of pain and fury.

"Mr. Thompson, your daughter-in-law's death was caused by an amniotic fluid embolism. The mortality rate for this kind of sudden complication is very high, and she also had a rare blood type. We simply didn't have time to save her..." Mrs. Powell explained.

The death of the previous patient had given Mrs. Powell the perfect cover story. A rare blood type and an amniotic fluid embolism—the chances of survival were indeed slim.

"I don't care about your medical jargon, but the authorities will." Frank's face was cold as he took out his phone and started dialing. "No one is to touch my daughter-in-law's body. I’m calling the police and the best medical examiner in the country. If you’re responsible for this, I will make sure you never practice medicine again—and that you spend the rest of your life rotting in a cell."