He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 115

Julian remained entirely composed. He narrowed his eyes slightly, making his gaze impossibly hard to read.

"And? You abandon your own wife to dote on mine."

Yardley opened his mouth but no words came out.

Gordon stared in silence.

Harbour remained completely mute.

Julian withdrew his sharp gaze and turned to sit down next to Gordon.

Yardley wanted to argue back, but Julian's words had struck him right in his most vulnerable spot. He sank back into his chair, unable to mask the violent frustration radiating from him.

He had called them together to figure out exactly what was going on between Gordon and Scarlett.

He hadn't expected Julian to show up.

And judging by Julian's tone, it sounded like he was entirely on Scarlett's side, showing a bizarre lack of concern for Sylvia.

As far as Yardley knew, Julian and Scarlett barely knew each other. Their few interactions had been strictly professional.

As a brotherly figure to Sylvia, Yardley instinctively felt a surge of indignation. His expression darkened further, unable to stop himself from coming to Sylvia's defense.

"Sylvia's face was beaten to a pulp. Didn't you even go to the hospital to check on her."

Julian rubbed his temples. "She backed someone into a corner first. She has to pay the price for that."

Yardley frowned, his annoyance spiking. "Is that the attitude a husband should have."

Julian met his gaze. "I learned it from you."

Yardley was struck speechless again.

What the hell was going on?

Was even Julian throwing shade at him now?

His childhood friends were supposed to have his back. Not only were they refusing to comfort him, but they were actively trying to piss him off.

Gordon was helping Scarlett cause chaos and boldly claiming he would pursue her after the divorce.

And now Julian—a man who was famously aloof, obsessed with his work, and never meddled in anyone's personal affairs—was harboring some inexplicable hostility toward him.

"Wait, don't tell me even you're misunderstanding things between me and Sylvia..."

Yardley finally forced the question out, cutting himself off halfway. The implication was too uncomfortable to say aloud.

"There is no misunderstanding," Julian replied coldly.

"Also, I have arranged a full security detail and nannies for my wife and son. They have more than enough staff to cater to her every need. You don't have to keep doting on them anymore. Focus on fixing your own family."

It seemed Julian had come entirely to deliver that specific message.

Having said his piece, he turned and walked out, not lingering for a single second.

Yardley stood frozen in place, feeling as if someone had just punched him in the chest. A suffocating tightness gripped his lungs.

"No good deed goes unpunished. I guess it really doesn't pay to be the good guy."

"I stepped up to take care of his wife and kid, ended up neglecting my own wife and daughter, and now I'm the villain to everyone."

Yardley grumbled to himself, downing another glass of beer in frustration.

Harbour quietly poured more wine. He had long since mastered the art of self-preservation in these situations. Keep quiet, stay out of the crossfire, and stay alive.

Gordon downed several glasses in quick succession.

Listening to Yardley complain was making him increasingly irritated.

Old Yardley... he used to think Yardley was the most mature, level-headed guy in their group. He was the oldest, the most experienced.

Both he and Harbour had always looked up to him. Whenever they hit a wall with investments or business, they would go to Yardley for advice. Whatever else could be said, his strategic vision in business was unmatched.