He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 470

Scarlett had blocked his number weeks ago, so he drafted a quick text to Julian instead.

*"I have an emergency back in Bay City. I transferred a million dollars to her account. Make sure she buys whatever supplements she needs. I'll come back in a few days to see her and Dawn."*

He pocketed his phone, turned on his heel, and drove off into the night.

By the time Scarlett was wheeled out of the ER, Julian was the only one waiting in the quiet corridor.

She remembered seeing Yardley right before she passed out. But of course, he was gone. Every single time she hit rock bottom or faced a genuine crisis, he was the first person to vanish. She had long since stopped expecting anything from him, but a dull, hollow ache still registered in her chest.

Julian immediately stepped up to the gurney, gently resting the back of his hand against her forehead. Feeling the heat had subsided, he let out a massive sigh of relief.

"The fever broke. God, you terrified me."

He gave her a reassuring smile. "I called my mom and yours. They’re already on their way. I checked on Dawn too—she drank her formula and is sleeping soundly. Her fever hasn’t spiked again. She’s stable."

He kept his tone calm and steady. "When our moms get here, they’ll take over watching Dawn. I'm going to stay right here with you. The doctor wants you admitted for a couple of days to rest and rebuild your strength. You’re completely depleted."

He laid out the plan effortlessly, anticipating every single worry that was clawing at her mind.

Knowing Dawn was resting and eating felt like a massive boulder rolling off her chest. She had wanted to call her mother earlier but hadn't wanted to cause a panic. Knowing Elara Chapman was driving up with her made everything feel significantly less overwhelming.

His eyes were entirely sincere, but she noticed the tips of his ears flushing a deep, telltale red.

Her own heart gave a traitorous flutter. She quickly looked away, suddenly hyper-aware of the shift in the air. "Okay. Thank you."

Sometimes, when someone fundamentally shifts the ground beneath your feet, "thank you" is the only thing you can manage to say.

Julian smiled, gently brushing her hair back before helping the nurses wheel her into a quiet VIP suite he had explicitly requested.

As the door swung open, a deeply familiar scent immediately caught her attention—