He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 138

"Scarlett, Dawn is still so little. She is only two months old. You fainted from heartache just because she caught a cold—can you really bear the thought of her growing up in a broken home, forced to endure the cold stares of others just like you did?"

Scarlett froze instantly.

At that very moment, Yardley's words hit her soft spot, much like the meticulously arranged dinner he had just given her.

Her mind had been consumed by rage for days. She had been solely focused on escaping this marriage, without taking the time to seriously consider her daughter's future.

She was the one who brought Dawn into this world.

She had only given birth to her; she had no right to deprive her of a complete family without her consent.

But Yardley... after everything he had done, what possible reason did she have to believe he would be a good father?

Scarlett's eyes softened, then hardened, then softened again, before finally settling into an icy glare.

"You make it sound so lovely now, as if refusing to divorce me will magically turn you into a perfect father."

"Yardley, if you had truly cared even a little bit about Dawn, things would never have reached this point."

"So drop the sugar-coated bullshit! That tactic doesn't work on me anymore!"

"However, the one thing I can promise you is that even if we divorce, I will not strip you of your rights as Dawn's father. But that entirely depends on whether you treat her well enough!"

"If you dare cause her the slightest bit of grief, I swear to God, I will sever every tie between you two permanently."

Yardley had genuinely believed his emotional appeal would break down Scarlett's walls.

But now he realized he could no longer penetrate the cold, hard shell guarding her heart.

However, her last sentence offered a faint glimmer of hope in this desperate situation. He shot up from his seat.

"Are you saying you will allow me to be near our daughter and watch her grow up?"

Scarlett hesitated for a brief moment.

Yardley's truest, most deeply buried feelings were right on the tip of his tongue. He felt as if their current conversation was a sudden, beautiful calm after a catastrophic storm.

Like two bitter lovers who had brutally fought each other amidst a raging sea, only to end up holding tightly onto one another in the aftermath.

When the hatred peaked, they wanted nothing more than to strangle each other, but the moment they brushed against their shared vulnerability, they suddenly realized they were family, inextricably bound by blood and the beautiful child they had created together.

Their relationship had finally softened, and their daughter was the catalyst for that breakthrough.

Yardley suddenly grasped this fact. Ecstatic, he opened his mouth to confess his feelings.

But right at that precise moment, a fragile silhouette appeared in the cafeteria.

Seeing Yardley and Scarlett standing face-to-face, wrapped in an undeniable romantic tension, Sylvia's chest tightened. Her gaze turned vicious as she cried out loudly.

"Yardley, didn't you say you were going to get revenge for me? How... how can you be so affectionate with her?"