He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 573

Scarlett was entirely out of emotion.

All the fiery anger, all the visceral hatred—time had smoothed it all into a cold, flat calm.

Instead of sending Corinne to jail for a few days only to watch the Flynns inevitably bail her out, Scarlett preferred a different approach. A method that would make them truly bleed.

Didn't this family prioritize money and status above everything else, including human life?

Hadn't they been utterly stingy, refusing to spend a single dime on Dawn since the day she was born?

Fine. Then she would hit them right where it hurt.

If the Flynns were going to stubbornly cling to their wealth, she would rip it from their grasp. She would fight tooth and nail to secure every last cent she could for her and her daughter’s future.

The demand hit the Flynns like a physical blow. Their faces drained of color.

Corinne practically leaped into the air in a panic.

“You want my equity in Flynn Group? You… you’re out of your mind!”

“I barely have any shares as it is—just a measly 1%! If I give that to you, how am I supposed to survive? What am I going to live on?”

To Corinne, giving up her wealth was a fate infinitely worse than rotting in a cell.

Watching the older woman act as if someone were hacking off her limbs, Scarlett’s smile grew razor-sharp.

“One percent of Flynn Group’s current market value is still hundreds of millions. Ms. Quinn, from the day Dawn was born, you haven’t done a single thing for her. And today, you nearly got her killed. As her grandmother, handing over some actual financial compensation is the absolute least you could do.”

Clarissa, Melanie, and Sylvia desperately wanted to jump in and defend her, but with the crowd still watching, Corinne’s actions were simply indefensible. If they made a scene now, it would only backfire on them.

The wail of approaching sirens echoed in the distance. The police were seconds away.

Remembering the sheer horror of her previous time behind bars, Corinne’s knees buckled. She clutched desperately at Yardley’s sleeve, her face ashen and pathetic.

“Yardley… I can’t go back… I can’t go back to a cell! It’s too awful in there… please!”

Yardley looked down at his mother, a flicker of genuine revulsion crossing his eyes.

Then, he looked back at Scarlett’s unyielding expression. Gritting his teeth, he finally made a decision, his voice strained and hoarse.