Yardley ended the call and looked at Scarlett, torn. "Scarlett..."
Her features hardening back into their familiar icy state, Scarlett cut him off without hesitation. "If it's for me, I'm not sharing it with anyone. Besides, you're telling me a century-old dynasty like the Croft family can't afford top-tier ginseng? Sylvia is clearly just..." Biting back her insults, she stopped herself.
Instinctively leaping to Sylvia's defense, Yardley sighed. "It's not that they can't afford it. Sylvia just doesn't want to bother the Croft family."
"You know how massive the Croft family is. Julian and Sylvia moved abroad to start their own lives right after they got married. She shouldn't have to cash in a favor with the Crofts over a piece of ginseng."
Unable to stomach another word, Scarlett let out a scoff. "Yardley, do you even realize how twisted your logic is? Sylvia joined the Croft family, not the Flynns. To her, you are the outsider."
Yardley was struck speechless.
A suffocating stalemate descended on the room. Scarlett turned away, lay down on the bed, and closed her eyes, completely drained of the desire to speak to him.
Yardley stood rooted to the spot, his phone buzzing relentlessly. Scarlett vaguely registered the sound of him furiously typing on his keyboard before her bone-deep exhaustion pulled her under, and she drifted into a heavy sleep.
When she woke up, it was the dead of night. Zara knocked and opened the bedroom door, holding a wailing Dawn. Hearing the cry, Scarlett bolted upright and took the baby from Zara's arms.
She instinctively scanned the room, but Yardley was nowhere to be found. The light in her eyes immediately dimmed. "Didn't he say he was staying up with her tonight? Where is he?"
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