Sorry for Your Loss It's Me I'm the Loss novel Chapter 966

Yolanda died with her eyes wide open, a mask of frozen horror on her face that suggested she had died in agony.

The doctor made the routine call to the family. Vincent rushed to the hospital but didn't even get to see his daughter one last time.

“Mr. Walker, my condolences,” the doctor said helplessly.

A flash of raw pain crossed Vincent’s face. He walked over and pulled back the corner of the white sheet covering Yolanda’s face.

Perhaps her expression in death was too unsettling, as he only lifted a corner of the sheet for a glance before looking away.

“Thank you for your efforts. I’ll have someone handle the arrangements.” After speaking to the doctor, Vincent hurriedly left the hospital.

He didn’t return to the Walker estate but went straight to April’s apartment.

April had just managed to get the baby settled in his bassinet when Vincent came bursting through the door. He pulled out a suitcase and began frantically throwing things inside.

“Vincent, what are you doing? Are you going somewhere?” April asked, confused.

“Yolanda… Yolanda is dead,” Vincent told April.

April froze for a moment before offering a stiff consolation. “Yolanda was sick for so long, she must have been in pain every day. In a way, she’s finally free. Don’t be too sad.”

“I was already prepared for her death since her illness was incurable. But now that Yolanda’s gone, her mother will definitely not let me off the hook. We have to leave. We have to leave right now.”

Vincent said urgently, his eyes showing an unprecedented panic.

Understanding the gravity of the situation, April immediately started packing with him. There was a safe in the house, and she stuffed all the cash, jewelry, and other valuables into the suitcase.

But for some reason, her heart was filled with a deep sense of unease.

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After Yolanda’s death, the funeral was hastily handled by a mortuary service. Vincent was in such a rush to flee that he didn’t even buy a burial plot for her. Yolanda’s urn remained in storage at the crematorium.

When Mrs. Walker learned that her only daughter had passed away, she was first in disbelief, then became hysterical.

“Impossible, my daughter can’t be dead. You must be lying to me, right? I want to see Vincent! I want to see my husband!”

“Your husband, Mr. Vincent Walker, disappeared after your daughter’s passing without even attending her funeral.” The investigator showed Mrs. Walker photos from Yolanda’s funeral.

In the photos, Mrs. Walker saw her daughter’s bleak, empty funeral, attended only by unfamiliar staff. Not a single friend or family member was there, not even Vincent, her own father.