Talia scoffed.
"Yardley, if you actually cared, you would have planned something yourself. Scarlett is paying for this out of her own pocket. Why the hell should she notify you? Let's be real—have you ever actually cared about that baby?"
Yardley gritted his teeth, speechless.
What kind of twisted joke was this?
His own daughter was having a massive celebration, his former best friends were here supporting it, and he, the father, wasn't even deemed worthy of a text message?
He was on the verge of exploding.
Just as he was about to lose it, his phone began vibrating furiously.
He stepped to the side and answered, instantly assaulted by Melanie's screaming.
"Yardley! What are you still doing over there? Get back here right now!"
"She wants to throw a party, right? She thinks she can throw water on us? I swear to God, if I don't burn that little gala to the ground, my name isn't Flynn!"
"Listen to me, Yardley! I've already called the press! Today is the day I expose her little bastard child to the whole world, and don't you dare try to stop me!"
"If you get in my way, you're dead to me! Mom will disown you!"
Yardley's expression hardened, a dark, violent energy rolling off him.
He pressed hard against his throbbing temples. Hearing that Melanie had already contacted the press, he abandoned his argument with Scarlett and sprinted back to do damage control.
He still had serious doubts about whether the baby was actually his.
At this point, he didn't trust anyone's words or actions. The only way he would ever find peace was if he ran the DNA test himself, privately.


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