He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 548

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The picture-perfect family scene he had just witnessed felt like broken glass in his eyes.

He couldn't fathom how, in such a short amount of time, Scarlett had not only become entirely inseparable from Julian, but had also integrated herself so deeply into the Croft family that they looked like they shared the same blood.

The sickening thought crept into his mind: if this continued, by the time Dawn could talk, she wouldn't even know who her real father was. She would probably grow up believing Julian Croft was her dad.

Just visualizing it made Yardley want to grind his teeth into dust.

He forcefully clamped down on his rage, maintaining a desperate facade of civility.

"Mom, I have some urgent personal matters I need to discuss with Scarlett. Can you please tell the guards to let me in?"

Jacqueline looked at him like he was dog shit on her shoe.

"Don't you dare call me Mom. You forfeited that right a long time ago."

"The only thing Scarlett has left to discuss with you is the divorce. If you're here for literally anything else, get out of my sight!"

After surviving her horrific, completely fabricated stint in prison, Jacqueline's hatred for Yardley and the entire Flynn bloodline was absolute. She wasn't going to give him an ounce of courtesy.

Yardley's fists trembled slightly, his eyes darkening. But he swallowed his pride, his tone remaining terrifyingly even.

"Fine. Let's talk about the divorce."

Jacqueline glared at him with lethal intent, then instinctively glanced at her daughter.

Scarlett read her mother's concern perfectly and spoke softly.

"Mom, take Dawn back upstairs. I'll be up in a few minutes."

Without a second of hesitation, Jacqueline turned the stroller around and marched briskly back into the hospital courtyard.

Yardley stood paralyzed at the gate, forced to watch his own daughter being wheeled away. Dawn was merely feet from him, but because of a wrought-iron fence and his own ruined reputation, he couldn't even catch a glimpse of her face.

He stared hollowly at Jacqueline's retreating back until she and the stroller completely vanished from sight. Only then did he reluctantly pull his gaze back.