Sorry for Your Loss It's Me I'm the Loss novel Chapter 886

Teresa left the room and hurried downstairs. The nourishing broth was being kept warm in the kitchen. As she carried the soup back upstairs, she ran into Mrs. James and Marcia on the staircase.

"Well, well, the devoted mother got kicked out so quickly. All those hundreds of thousands spent on bedding, tens of thousands on cups and decor, and it seems Mrs. Thompson couldn't care less. And here you are, still eagerly fetching nourishing broth for her. That ungrateful brat won't appreciate it."

Marcia sneered. Mrs. James had warned her not to provoke Yvonne, but she hadn't said anything about targeting Teresa.

Marcia was infuriated by the sight of Teresa acting all high and mighty, gloating over her daughter's good fortune.

Mrs. James stood beside Marcia without a word, clearly condoning her daughter's remarks.

Teresa was trembling with anger at Marcia's unprovoked taunts, but she was never good with words and couldn't win an argument against her sharp-tongued sister. Just as she was fuming, she saw the elder Mr. James and his assistant coming up the stairs.

The Thompsons were coming to pick up the bride tomorrow. This marriage alliance was a monumental event for the James family, and no mistakes could be tolerated. The elder Mr. James was instructing his secretary to double-check the next day's schedule.

Seeing the elder Mr. James coming upstairs, Teresa suddenly had an idea and threw the bowl of soup in her hands onto the floor.

With a crash, the bowl shattered, splashing its contents all over the ground.

Teresa let out a sharp gasp and stumbled, falling onto the steps.

The elder Mr. James looked up at the sound, his brow furrowing at the mess. "What are you all fighting about now?" he demanded angrily.

Teresa looked pathetic as she stumbled. Seeing the elder Mr. James, she began to sob. "Yvonne said she wasn't feeling well and wanted to rest early. I had the maids make her some nourishing broth to have before bed. I was just coming upstairs when I ran into Marcia, and she lashed out and sent me sprawling. I don't mind falling, but Yvonne is still waiting for her soup."

Tears of frustration welled in Teresa's eyes.

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