He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 856

"Even if those assets were meant for the kid, Dawn belongs with the Flynns now. It's only right that our family manages the money. Isn't that correct?"

Clarissa stepped forward, turning a chillingly calm gaze toward Jacqueline.

"Ms. Langley, it is undeniably tragic that Scarlett passed away so young."

"We understand your grief, we really do. But logically speaking, Dawn needs to return to the Flynn household. It's the best environment for her upbringing. We'd appreciate it if you could make a public statement right now on how you intend to handle the handover."

Just then, Dawn stumbled over and buried her face in Jacqueline's legs. Jacqueline seamlessly scooped the toddler into her arms.

She didn't even dignify Corinne with a glance. Gently patting Dawn's back, a look of profound disgust curled Jacqueline's lips.

"I honestly thought today was just about honoring my daughter's memory."

"I never imagined the Flynns would turn a memorial into an ambush. It seems I vastly overestimated your humanity."

"You never had any intention of letting my Scarlett rest in peace, did you?"

Jacqueline's words choked the Flynn sisters, while Yardley looked utterly humiliated, his face contorting in shame.

"Mom, Melanie, Clarissa—are you quite done?" Yardley's voice was a low, furious hiss. "Get out. I organized this for Scarlett to find some peace, and you came here just to tear it apart?"

Corinne glared at him, furious at his weakness. She punched him hard in the arm.

"It's because you're so pathetic that these two have been walking all over us!"

"I am not holding back anymore, Yardley!"

Scarlett's gaze immediately locked onto her own massive black-and-white portrait. She gave a subtle nod to the bodyguards trailing behind them.

The two men stepped forward, unhooked the framed photo, and hurled it to the floor.

*Crash!*

The sound of shattering glass violently punctuated the dead silence of the room.

Corinne and the rest of the Flynns stared at Scarlett and Julian as if they were looking at ghosts, their eyes practically bulging out of their skulls.

Sylvia broke first, stumbling forward from the crowd.

"You... you're not dead?!"