Sorry for Your Loss It's Me I'm the Loss novel Chapter 793

Frank walked in with a grim expression, which softened only slightly when he saw Bennett.

"With a look like that, I take it you already know," Bennett said, closing the book and placing it back on the shelf.

Frank was a businessman; he was always well-informed. It had been a full night since Eden's arrest, so it was no surprise that Frank had heard the news.

"So that's why you came home? To tell me about Eden?"

"Yes," Bennett confirmed. "The higher-ups have had their eyes on him for a while. My unit assisted in the operation last night. We caught Eden red-handed; the evidence is irrefutable."

"What are the charges?" Frank asked coldly, his face pale with anger.

"Smuggling. All of it contraband," Bennett said.

"That damn fool. Daring to do something so illegal... He's got more nerve than sense," Frank cursed.

Just as Frank was cursing, a staff member knocked and entered with the tea, clearly startled by the shouting.

"S-sir, the tea is ready," they said, trembling.

Frank remained silent, his face dark. Bennett glanced at the staff member. "Just leave it there."

The staff member carefully placed the two cups on the coffee table and quickly departed.

Bennett sat on the sofa, took a sip of tea, and spoke unhurriedly. "Eden's in deep trouble. If he's convicted, he's looking at a minimum of ten years. I'd advise you not to get involved. Not only will you get dragged through the mud, but you could also pull the Thompson Group down with him."

"Yes, I understand," Frank said, then added, "It's best if your mother doesn't find out about this. If she does, she'll just start another fight with me."

"Right. Let's hope you can keep it from her," Bennett said, setting down his cup and standing up. "Good luck with that."

He picked it up with a cold expression and saw it was a call from the hospital.

"Mr. Thompson, your mother just went into cardiac arrest. We're doing everything we can, but it's very critical. You should come to the hospital as soon as possible... to see her one last time."

Frank's face drained of all color. He shot up and hurried out of the study.

Frank rushed to the hospital,

Mrs. Thompson Sr. was still in the emergency room. Only her caregiver was waiting outside the doors.

"What happened? Why did she suddenly go into cardiac arrest? I thought her condition had stabilized," Frank demanded, his face grim.

"The madam was doing fine. But this morning, Mr. Monroe's assistant showed up at the hospital. When she heard that Mr. Monroe had been arrested, the shock was too much for her, and she collapsed," the caregiver explained truthfully.