He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 269

Through the heavy doors, her baby's cries acted like a jagged blade, slicing relentlessly at Scarlett's heart.

It took every ounce of her willpower not to violently push past the guards and run to her child. But Yardley stood in her way, a cold, immovable wall severing her from Dawn.

"Have you decided?" his voice was void of any emotion. "Are you coming inside to play your part, or are you leaving?"

Scarlett clenched her fists so hard her fingernails bit into her palms, the sharp pain grounding her. She squeezed her eyes shut, drawing in a long, shaky breath.

She was Scarlett Langley. She possessed a pride that would rather see her shatter into a thousand pieces than bow down.

Did he honestly expect her to lower her head and play the role of the devoted, happy mother in front of the very people who had ruthlessly abused her and stolen her child?

Never.

She remembered Eleanor's kindness, yes. But that kindness wasn't going to be used as a leash to control her.

Tonight, Yardley had ripped off his mask of repentance. He wanted a war, and he was using Dawn as his shield. If she tried to force her way in, things would escalate into a bloodbath. She didn't care about the consequences for herself, but she couldn't risk the crossfire traumatizing or harming her baby.

She would never let anything hurt Dawn.

"I am never setting foot in your house again, Yardley."

Her eyes snapped open, her voice as lethal as liquid nitrogen.

A flicker of disappointment flashed across Yardley's eyes, quickly swallowed by a smug sense of validation. He had expected this. The corner of his mouth twitched upward, projecting an aura of absolute control.

"Then go home. Dawn stays with me tonight."

"Don't worry," he added, noting her murderous glare. "I have experience handling her now. I won't be as careless as last time. She won't be hurt."

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