Yardley's heart seized. The memory of Sylvia's tragic, helpless background, combined with the childhood promises he had made to her, washed over him like a tidal wave.
The harsh, decisive words he was about to say were forcefully swallowed back down.
However, in that brief moment of hesitation, the image of Scarlett and his tiny daughter suddenly flashed crystal clear in his mind.
Sylvia's hardest moment was also Scarlett's hardest moment.
He might have been a dedicated uncle, but as a husband and a father, he had failed them completely.
He had promised himself that once all the dust settled, he would properly make it up to his wife and child.
Life was just painfully cruel sometimes; the fact that both women had been pregnant and given birth at the exact same time was an agonizing coincidence.
He had originally planned to move Sylvia into Orchard Villa so he could oversee the care of both babies, but he never expected Scarlett to despise Sylvia so much. She had made it impossible to balance the two; he had to make a choice.
Thinking of the two divorce agreements Scarlett had thrown at him, and her bone-chilling hostility lately...
Yardley closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his gaze was as dead and still as stagnant water. His voice was incredibly low, yet unwavering.
"Sylvia, I've accommodated you until now because you were in a highly vulnerable state. But Caleb is a month old now. My life needs to get back on track."
He paused, deliberately avoiding her eyes, and took a step back to put distance between them.
"From now on, I need to focus entirely on Scarlett and my daughter. They are my life's mission."
Sylvia felt her chest tighten painfully. She took a half-step back in utter disbelief, her voice shaking.
"Yardley, they're your life's mission? Does... does that mean I'm not? Are you... are you throwing me away?"
Yardley looked at her. The indulgent warmth that usually filled his eyes was completely gone, replaced by rational, cold detachment.
"You have Julian, the Croft family, and the Flynn family backing you. If you really can't manage, ask Corinne for help, or I can hire a few more nannies for you."
"You can't depend on me for everything, Sylvia. You need to learn how to be independent."

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