He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 117

On the drive to the hospital, Yardley replayed Julian's words in his mind.

He dialed Julian's number twice in a row, only to be met with the automated voicemail saying the phone was powered off.

Julian was notoriously strict about his sleep schedule. Once it hit a certain hour, his phone was dead to the world. Yardley knew this habit well.

How could the man sleep soundly while his wife was crying in the hospital? Julian wasn't exactly winning Husband of the Year either.

Yardley couldn't help but scoff in contempt, but when he compared how Scarlett and Sylvia treated their husbands, a heavy wave of defeat washed over him.

Sylvia could be dramatic, and she certainly cried and threw tantrums, but those were just typical, manageable emotional outbursts. Scarlett, on the other hand, had caused an absolute uproar, airing their dirty laundry for the whole city to see.

Maybe he shouldn't be chasing after Scarlett so desperately. He needed to find a way to force her hand.

But she had already quit the company, moved out of Orchard Villa, and was keeping their daughter away from him.

When he had tried to lock her in the house, she had retaliated by quite literally burning the place to the ground.

She was entirely out of his control. What leverage did he even have left to make her submit?

Agitated and running hot, Yardley walked onto the hospital roof with extreme reluctance.

Sylvia was perched on the edge of the roof's railing in her hospital gown, the wind whipping around her. His mother stood next to her in her own gown, desperately clinging to Sylvia's arm.

The moment Corinne saw Yardley, she screamed.

"Yardley, hurry! Talk some sense into her! Tell her not to do anything stupid. Caleb is still so young!"

Yardley walked over and extended his hand to Sylvia.

Sylvia's eyes were bloodshot, her face a picture of absolute misery. Her cheeks were so swollen they looked like overstuffed pastries, giving her an almost comical appearance.

She didn't actually want to jump. She just wanted Yardley to come running. It was a tactic that never failed.

With a gentle pull, Yardley guided her off the railing. She immediately threw herself into his chest and burst into soft, pitiful sobs.

Corinne glared at Yardley.

"Yardley, you have to find a way to suppress all of this. If Scarlett keeps running wild, when will it ever end? Our family is a complete laughingstock because of her!"

Yardley's instinct was to push Sylvia away, but he felt her trembling against him. She was shaking violently.

He frowned.

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