He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 291

Dawn Langley was still coughing when they brought her home.

Scarlett and Jacqueline immediately took her to the hospital for a full checkup. Only after confirming it was just a common cold and that she didn't have a single bruise or scratch on her did they finally let out a breath of relief.

By the time they returned from the hospital, night had fallen.

Zara had dinner prepared, but neither Scarlett nor Jacqueline had an appetite. They managed a few quick bites before their attention was entirely consumed by Dawn again.

The poor girl was clearly traumatized by the events of the past couple of days. Her sleep was restless; she would jerk awake as if startled, bursting into fresh tears.

Scarlett couldn’t bear to leave her side. She and Zara took over the night watch, forcing Jacqueline—who hadn't slept properly in days—to finally get some rest.

While it was night in Country H, it was morning in Country A.

Scarlett received a call from her brother, Bill.

"The Flynn Group is injecting a massive amount of capital to save the market," he reported. "Their stock is showing signs of rebounding. How do you want me to handle this?"

Scarlett lowered her gaze, watching her daughter who had just drifted off to sleep. Her voice was incredibly soft. "How much have they lost so far?"

"Preliminary estimates suggest billions. It’ll take them a long time to recover from this blow."

"Let's just leave it at this lesson for now," she replied. "After all, my divorce with Yardley isn't finalized yet. If he drowns in debt, I could be legally implicated."

"Alright, whatever you say. How's my little niece doing? Is she being a good girl?"

Scarlett smiled faintly. "She's very sweet, just a little spooked. She's not sleeping well."

"I've already had Stellan quietly tighten the security perimeter. We absolutely cannot let an accident like this happen again. But you and Mom still need to be extremely careful. End this marriage as soon as possible before things get any more complicated."

She yanked the curtains shut, went back to bed, and gently wrapped her arms around her daughter, quickly falling asleep.

In the middle of the night, a torrential downpour unleashed outside. The booming thunder and lashing rain startled Scarlett awake.

With the nightlight glowing softly, she got out of bed, padded to the window, and instinctively peeked out.

To her surprise, his display of devotion hadn't wavered. He was still kneeling there, rigid as a board, letting the freezing rain batter his body.

The sight triggered a bitter memory. A year into their marriage, during the annual fall gathering, Corinne Quinn had forced her to kneel in the rain for five grueling hours as punishment.

By the time she was allowed up, she felt like her legs had been destroyed. Her knees burned so badly she couldn't bend them, let alone stand.

Shortly after getting back to Orchard Villa and taking a shower, she came down with a dangerously high fever.