He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 342

Yardley's grip was brutal, the sheer force of it threatening to crush Scarlett's windpipe. She struggled to speak, but he refused to let go. Her face flushed a deep, frantic red as she fought for air.

Watching Yardley brutalize her daughter right in front of her flipped a switch in Jacqueline. Pure, primal rage took over.

"Yardley, you absolute bastard! How dare you lay a hand on my daughter!" Jacqueline shrieked, her voice echoing through the station. "I'll kill you!"

Completely unhinged by fury, she spotted a janitor passing by. Without a second thought, Jacqueline snatched the wet, foul-smelling mop right out of the woman's hands and drove it straight into Yardley's handsome face.

For the first time in his privileged life, Yardley Flynn was struck squarely in the face with a filthy mop fresh out of a public restroom. He froze in sheer shock, his skin turning a sickly shade of green. Instinctively, his hands flew up, releasing Scarlett's throat.

Scarlett stumbled back, gasping and coughing violently as she dragged oxygen into her lungs.

But Jacqueline wasn't done. Operating on pure adrenaline, she saw Corinne and Sylvia screaming as they rushed forward to help Yardley. Without missing a beat, she swung the filthy mop like a battle-axe, whacking them both with brutal efficiency.

"You pretentious, hypocritical monsters!" Jacqueline roared, swinging wildly. "You parade around like high-society royalty, but your souls are absolutely rotten! My daughter endured five years of misery and humiliation in your house, and when she finally wants out, you try to drag her name through the mud! You blame her for everything!"

She turned her wrath back to Yardley, advancing on him. "Where do you get the nerve to choke the woman who bore your child?! Who gave you the right to say those things to her? I refuse to believe Bay City belongs to the Flynns!"

Like a relentless warrior, Jacqueline unleashed a flurry of chaotic strikes, jabbing the dirty mop at their faces, their designer clothes, their shoes. Yardley, Corinne, and Sylvia had never faced anything like this. Panicked and disgusted, they scrambled backward until they were cornered.

Covered in grimy streaks of mop water, they looked utterly humiliated. Yardley's face was purple with rage, while Corinne and Sylvia shrieked in terror, frantically trying to wipe the filth off themselves.

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