Inside the hospital suite.
Scarlett and Julian had just gotten Dawn settled when Dr. Daniel arrived from Country A.
Dawn was immediately subjected to a battery of tests.
Perhaps terrified by the unfamiliar environment, the baby cried relentlessly through the entire process.
Once the tests were finally over, Scarlett was completely drained. She collapsed into a recliner and unwittingly fell fast asleep.
After ending the call, Julian noticed her sleeping. He quietly slipped off his suit jacket and draped it gently over her.
He walked out to the main gates alone and found Yardley leaning against the hood of the black Bentley, smoking.
Several crushed cigarette butts already littered the ground.
Seeing Julian approach, Yardley shot him an icy glare.
"I never realized you enjoyed playing the parasite so much. Wherever Scarlett goes, you follow."
Julian's expression remained perfectly composed, letting out a cool scoff.
"I don't 'follow' her. She needs me right now. I am choosing to stay by her side to protect her. Save your sarcastic remarks."
Yardley lifted his chin, instantly firing back.
"I used to think you had some sense of honor. I didn't expect you to be so eager to play the other man!"
Julian barely batted an eye. "Your marriage has been dead in the water for a long time, Yardley."
"She's utterly exhausted, and with Dawn's condition right now, if you actually cared about her—even a fraction of an ounce—you would let her go. What is the point of this pathetic stalking?"
Hit right in his most vulnerable spot, Yardley ground his teeth.
He sneered.
"I heard Scarlett has been buying your intimate clothing. Are the two of you really parading your affair around this shamelessly?"
Yardley narrowed his eyes.



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