He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 975

By the time Scarlett and Julian drove to the hospital, Sylvia had already been taken into the emergency room.

After a preliminary examination, the doctors concluded that Kane's violent assault had caused a ruptured corpus luteum, severe cervical tearing resulting in massive hemorrhaging, and critical internal uterine damage. She had permanently lost the ability to have children.

In addition to that, her mind had suffered a devastating blow, resulting in irreversible psychological trauma—meaning Sylvia was highly likely to be permanently incapacitated mentally.

Hearing these two verdicts, Yardley swayed, barely able to keep his balance. He nearly stumbled and collapsed to the floor.

Thankfully, Julian was standing right next to him and caught him by the arm, holding him steady.

Looking at Yardley's devastated state, Julian didn't quite know what to say, but out of basic human decency, he offered a piece of advice.

"What's done is done. Grieving won't change anything. The priority right now is figuring out a way to get her treated."

Yardley turned his bloodshot eyes toward Julian.

"I promised my mom... I promised that no matter what, I would always keep Sylvia safe. But... I just stood by and watched as Kane destroyed her like this. I..."

Before he could finish, Yardley's voice cracked.

He spun around and punched the hospital wall so hard his shoulders shook with overwhelming agony.

Watching him, Scarlett felt a mix of irony and an indescribable complexity.

To be honest, she still couldn't comprehend exactly what kind of emotion drove Yardley's devotion to Sylvia.

But it was glaringly obvious that his care for her far exceeded normal boundaries.

At the very least, back when she and their daughter faced life-threatening dangers, she had never seen Yardley lose control like this.

Thinking about this brought up that lingering resentment in Scarlett’s heart, the bitterness she thought she had finally left behind.

"Julian, let's just go."

"We shouldn't interrupt their deep sibling bond."

Unable to stomach the sight any longer, Scarlett grabbed Julian's hand and turned to leave.

He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

Scarlett glanced at the people bustling through the hospital corridors, realizing this wasn't the best place for a private conversation, and nodded in agreement.

The three of them left the hospital and headed to the restaurant Yardley mentioned.

They found a private dining room and sat down. Yardley ordered a bottle of vintage single malt.

The moment he sat down, he poured himself a full glass and downed it in one go.

This was a burden he had carried for a very, very long time. It was the biggest secret of his entire life.

A secret he hadn't breathed a word of to anyone since he discovered it at ten years old.

In the past, his devotion to Sylvia had caused Scarlett to argue with him endlessly, until their marriage deteriorated into complete ugliness and ended in divorce.

There had been several times he had almost told her the truth, but he had always swallowed the words back down.