He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 208

Corinne refused to let her mind go to the darkest possibility.

Her brain was buzzing, feeling like a bomb had just gone off in her skull.

Gwen clamped a hand over her mouth in horror.

"Exactly! How could Caleb not be... Wait, are you saying Sylvia..."

Gwen stopped abruptly.

She turned slowly, staring at Sylvia with wild disbelief before lunging forward and wrapping her hands around her daughter's throat.

"Sylvia! What did you do?!"

"Are you out of your mind?! You had another man's baby and passed it off as Julian's?! You... you..."

Gwen was so apoplectic her face turned purple. She started gasping for air, suffering a full-blown asthma attack right then and there.

Corinne frantically dug into Gwen's purse, yanked out her inhaler, and pumped it several times into her sister's mouth until Gwen could finally breathe again.

Sylvia was completely paralyzed, mumbling to herself in a daze.

"No, it couldn't be a coincidence..."

"Impossible! This is impossible! How could this happen?!"

"Yardley! You have to check! What if they mixed up the babies at the hospital? How... how could he not be Julian's?"

Catching the absolute terror in her voice, Yardley felt his stomach drop into a bottomless pit.

Looking down at Sylvia, who was clutching his leg and weeping hysterically, he felt a visceral, stomach-churning disgust toward her for the first time in his life.

He kicked his leg out, shoving her away, his voice hoarse and hollow with defeat.

"I was there the entire time you were in labor. There was no mix-up."

"And on the way back, I called the hospital to verify. Your entire delivery was recorded on security cameras. There is zero possibility of a switch."

Yardley had harbored that exact same desperate hope, but reality had slapped him across the face once again.

Knowing that the cousin he had loved and protected so fiercely was actually this vile and brainless... Yardley wished he could go back in time and strangle her himself.

Corinne collapsed into a chair, trembling violently.

"You said the Croft family did three DNA tests. Does that mean the entire family knows?"

"What are they going to do? No family would tolerate this, let alone the Crofts...

Forcing down his seething rage, Yardley delivered his final verdict and turned toward the door.

He didn't want to spend another second in this room.

"Yardley! Don't go! You can't just abandon me! I don't want a divorce! I really don't want a divorce!"

"If Julian forces me, I'll... I'll kill myself! I'll jump and end it all!"

Even now, Sylvia failed to grasp the catastrophic magnitude of her actions.

She was still trapped in her own shallow, narcissistic bubble.

She knew better than anyone that if she lost the backing of the Croft family, she would be utterly ruined.

She had clawed her way into high society, and she refused to let go.

Divorce was not an option.

Seeing Yardley reaching for the handle, panic consumed her.

She scrambled to her feet, climbed onto the windowsill, and screamed at the top of her lungs.

"If you don't help me, I'll jump right now!"