He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 278

Panic flared in his chest, and he rushed inside. He found Corinne holding the baby upright against her shoulder, patting her back.

"Mom, why are you hitting her so hard? She's tiny, that hurts!" Yardley instinctively snapped, his heart aching for the baby.

"Dr. Howell showed me how to do this," Corinne shot back defensively. "Her fever broke, but she started coughing. He said patting her back will help get the phlegm out."

"Ugh, taking care of a kid is so exhausting," she complained. "Why didn't you bring that nanny back with her? The maids here have their own chores, and they hate taking on extra work. You can't expect me to look after her all day, can you?"

It hadn't even been twenty-four hours, and Corinne was already complaining.

Watching his daughter cry and cough, and listening to his mother's whining, Yardley felt an overwhelming surge of irritation.

Just then, Franklin walked downstairs, fully dressed for the day, and called Yardley into the study.

The moment the study door clicked shut, Franklin slammed his hand on the desk and sighed heavily.

"Who exactly is backing Scarlett? I've pulled every string I have to get your sisters and your cousin out of holding, and nothing is working."

Yardley's eyes widened. "Dad, that's impossible. The only person backing her is Julian."

Franklin clasped his hands behind his back, shaking his head. He turned around, fixing his son with a piercing glare.

"I made inquiries. The Croft family isn't involved. As for who it is, my contacts refused to say."

"Think carefully, Yardley. Over the years, who exactly has Scarlett met who holds this kind of terrifying power?"

Yardley was genuinely stunned.

If it wasn't Julian, then who could it be? For the last five years, Scarlett had worked tirelessly at Flynn Group. She rarely socialized. All her energy had gone into her job. He wracked his brain but came up entirely empty.

Before Yardley could speak, his phone rang. It was Nathan, and he sounded frantic.

"Mr. Flynn! We have a massive problem!"

Yardley frowned, annoyed. "Calm down, Nathan. What's going on?"

Franklin stared at him, his voice rising in panic. "Yardley, what's happening?"

"Who the hell did you offend? Anyone with the power to short our stock like this is not a small player. Did you cross some international syndicate?!"

A cold sweat broke out across Yardley's back, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He suddenly remembered Scarlett's final warning at the gates, and Julian's parting words: Good luck.

Could it be... were they behind this?

No. Absolutely impossible!

How could Scarlett possibly have the power to mobilize Wall Street capital to short the Flynn Group?

But if not her, who else hated the Flynns enough to want them dead?

Yardley's hand began to shake violently as he gripped his phone, his knuckles turning white.