He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 132

"And you have the nerve to shirk responsibility. If you didn't give her that cold, who did?"

Scarlett desperately wanted to speak calmly, but she realized that whenever she faced Yardley, keeping her composure was impossible. She couldn't help but lose her mind.

Because whenever she thought of the daughter she had nearly died giving birth to being treated with such repeated carelessness by the man she once loved and looked up to, it broke her.

It felt as though a giant hand was violently squeezing her heart, the pain sending spasms through her entire body.

You shouldn't go near a baby when you have a cold, and even when healthy, you shouldn't just kiss a newborn's face—that was basic common sense. It was painfully obvious that he didn't truly care for his daughter, yet he was trying so hard to play the role of a loving father.

As a result, Dawn was suffering needlessly, forced to be hospitalized and undergo treatment at just two months old.

The image of her daughter's distressed, pained little face brought a fresh wave of agony to Scarlett's eyes. She sobbed, crouching on the floor, unable to even stand.

She simply couldn't take it. Her daughter was her only weakness in this world.

Yardley stood frozen in place. It took him a long moment to fully process what she had just said.

He had never imagined in his wildest dreams that a brief visit would land his daughter in the hospital.

He honestly hadn't thought it through at the time. He had just wanted to see his daughter so badly that he resorted to such extreme measures.

As for kissing her little face, he admitted he had just been too excited, missing her too much to hold back. It was simply a father's instinct.

He had never intended to make his baby sick. He hadn't even realized he was catching a cold at the time.

Even later, when he started running a low fever, he had foolishly thought he was lucky to have seen his daughter before the illness set in.

But viruses had incubation periods. He really should have been more careful. A numb shock washed over Yardley.

He was always meticulous when handling business and personal affairs, so how could he constantly mess things up so spectacularly when it came to Scarlett and their daughter?

The more anxious he got, the messier things became; the messier things became, the more mistakes he made, and the more disastrous the outcome. He felt as though he had gone from being omnipotent to walking on eggshells. Every move he made was wrong; every step led to disaster.

Seeing Scarlett cry so hard, her entire body trembling, shattered his heart.

In his memory, Scarlett had always been incredibly strong. She rarely cried. Even when he used to brutally tear her down, she would stubbornly keep her head held high, refusing to let the tears fall.

But right now, she was sobbing uncontrollably, completely heartbroken.

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