He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 127

It was Julian.

He had sat in his car for a long time before finally telling his assistant to rebook his flight.

Sylvia's desperate cries had echoed in his mind. Deep down, he didn't want to believe that a mother could be callous enough to feed sedatives to a newborn just because his crying interrupted her sleep.

Could there really have been a misunderstanding?

After a long, heavy silence, he had turned back toward the hospital.

But just as he was about to push the door open, he heard the muffled voices of Sylvia and her mother discussing his son.

Gwen's reprimands, met with Sylvia's utterly nonchalant tone, felt like a whip lashing mercilessly against his heart.

Through the glass window, he cast one final, frigid glance at Caleb asleep in his crib.

Releasing the doorknob, he turned and vanished silently down the hall.

As he passed Dawn's room, he noticed the door was ajar.

It was another sick child, but the scene inside couldn't have been more different.

He saw Scarlett cradling Dawn's tiny body securely in her arms, patiently wiping the baby's little face with a warm towel over and over again.

Dawn was dressed in the softest, most premium baby clothes, looking pristine and perfectly cared for. She wore an adorable bib, and tiny mittens were placed over her hands to keep her from scratching herself.

It was glaringly obvious that the child was receiving her mother's complete, undivided attention.

The profound love radiating from Scarlett's eyes as she gazed at her baby was enough to move anyone to tears.

That was what a real mother looked like.

Yet, since his return, Sylvia had barely even held Caleb. She hadn't changed a single diaper or fed him once. She would occasionally play with him for a few minutes before impatiently shoving him back into the nanny's arms.

At home, she spent her time doing face masks, trying on clothes, scrolling through her phone, or binge-watching shows.

Julian stared at him, his expression unreadable. “It seems you haven't listened to a word I've said.”

Yardley averted his gaze. “I heard the nanny had been slipping Caleb sleeping pills and that he wasn't doing well. I hurried over to see if I could help. After all, I was the one who recommended that nanny from the employment agency. I bear some of the responsibility.”

Julian sneered coldly. “You're awfully invested in my son.”

Yardley shifted uncomfortably. “Julian, there's no need to be so hostile. I'm just trying to be supportive.”

Julian slipped a hand into his pocket, his piercing gaze acting as if it could see right through him. “Yardley, how did you turn into this?”

Yardley looked utterly bewildered. “Turn into what? I haven't changed at all.”

“Right. You haven't,” Julian replied dryly. “Then I guess it's me who's changed.”

Yardley was completely lost. “...”