He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 499

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Scarlett had never expected Corinne and Gwen to be walking free. By all rights, the two sisters should have been left to rot in prison.

Yet, the moment they tasted freedom, they practically sprinted straight to the entrance of La Belle Nuit to publicly drag her mother’s name through the mud with baseless lies.

Watching Corinne’s mouth run a mile a minute, spewing absolute garbage, Scarlett’s mind went blank with fury. Without a second thought, she hurled her folding umbrella right at her.

*Thwack.* The umbrella landed a brutal, precise hit right on top of Corinne’s head.

A sharp cry escaped Corinne’s lips. She clutched her head, wincing in pain as she frantically looked around. "Who was that? Who threw that at me?!"

Her eyes went wide. Before she could even process what was happening, Scarlett’s icy, imposing figure was already closing in on her.

In a flash, venomous hatred flared in Corinne’s eyes. Her finger trembled as she pointed at Scarlett. "You! You disrespectful little brat! This is all your fault! Do you have any idea what my sister and I had to go through in there because of you?"

"I haven’t even settled my score with you, and you dare attack me? You’ve got a death wish!"

The memories of those dark, suffocating days—sharing a cramped, filthy bunk with hardened criminals, doing hard labor—made the hatred in Corinne’s heart surge like a broken dam.

Losing whatever sliver of reason she had left, she lunged forward, ready to tear Scarlett apart.

Just as she moved, a tall, imposing figure broke through the crowd. He grabbed Corinne’s wrist, yanking her back with sheer force.

"Mom! Enough! Haven’t you embarrassed us enough for one day?"

Yardley furrowed his brow, his voice a low, furious growl. He shot her a look of pure exasperation. "Take Aunt Gwen and get back in the car. Immediately. If you cause another scene and make a mess of things again, absolutely no one is going to save you!"

He had just returned to Bay City a couple of days ago, and he had practically run himself into the ground dealing with Corinne and Gwen’s case. His father had stayed in Sterling City, coldly refusing to lift a finger. Yardley had been forced to cash in every favor, pull every string, and beg his mother’s side of the family for leverage just to get their sentences reduced to a two-year probation.