He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 903

In the dead of night, Sylvia's hysterical screeching sounded like a banshee.

Even the dozing security guards in the monitor room jumped, staring at her in bewilderment. They had no idea what kind of psychotic break this woman was having at this hour.

On the other end of the line, Scarlett was already immune to Sylvia's erratic tantrums. She let out a cold scoff, didn't bother entertaining the madness, and simply hung up the phone.

Hearing the dial tone, Sylvia stomped her feet in a feral rage, letting out a series of piercing screams. Furious beyond reason, she nearly smashed the landline against the desk, prompting the two security guards to scramble forward and intervene.

Realizing the woman was completely unhinged, the guards quickly "escorted" her out of the security booth.

Banished into the chilly night air, Sylvia wandered the upscale neighborhood like a vengeful ghost, weeping uncontrollably. She frantically dialed Yardley's number over and over again, but he ignored every single call. Trembling with rage, she tried Kane again, but just like before, it was as if the man had evaporated from the face of the earth.

Refusing to accept defeat, she dialed Gwen Quinn.

The moment the call connected, before Sylvia could even choke out the word "Mom," Gwen snapped viciously through the speaker.

"Didn't I tell you never to call this number again? Since you claimed your spot in the Schmidt family, you're their problem now. You have absolutely nothing to do with the Stetson family anymore. Stop calling me! If my husband finds out, he'll divorce me on the spot!"

Without waiting for a response, Gwen terminated the call.

Silas Stetson had never much cared for his daughter to begin with. Now that he realized she was a completely useless pawn, he had discarded her like trash, desperate to sever all ties. He had explicitly forbidden Gwen from having any contact with her.

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