No Second Baby No You Only Divorce (Scarlett and Vincent) novel Chapter 600

The moment Nolan was gone, Damian turned and leaned against the doorframe, his eyes locked on Scarlett.

There was something raw in his gaze. Accusation, maybe. Hurt. "So that's it? You're telling me no?"

Scarlett stayed calm. She met his eyes. "Come sit down. Let's talk."

She'd thought about it all night. Yes, she had feelings for him—real ones. But that didn't mean she had to act on them. Wanting something and actually taking it weren't the same thing.

Damian didn't move. He stayed right where he was, arms crossed now. "If you're about to shut me down, I don't wanna hear it."

Scarlett sighed. "Damian..."

She drew his name out, tired and patient at the same time.

He turned his head away, jaw tight. Stubborn as a kid. "Unless you're gonna say you'll marry me, don't bother."

The words hung there. Scarlett said nothing.

Neither of them spoke. The silence filled the room.

*****

Hospital parking lot.

Vincent had just killed the engine when he spotted Harris stepping out of his car a few spaces away.

Harris noticed him too. Walked over. "Vincent."

Vincent nodded. "Hey."

Whatever tension had been between them before, they were still brothers. That never really went away.

Harris didn't waste time. "You hear about Daniel?"

"Yeah."

"I'm gonna go check on him. You wanna come?"

Vincent thought about what Amanda had shown him. The photos. The accusation. He shook his head. "I've got something I need to handle first. I'll catch up with him after."

Harris caught the shift in his expression. "What's going on?"

Vincent kept it short. "Scarlett's in the hospital. Hurt her leg. I wanna see her first."

Harris didn't hesitate. "Then I'm coming with you."

Vincent didn't argue. They walked up to the inpatient floor together and made their way down the hall toward Scarlett's room.

It only made him smile wider.

Outside, Vincent watched everything. His face was dark, twisted with a rage so cold it was terrifying. He stood there, radiating something dangerous.

Harris reached for his arm. "Vincent, let's—"

Vincent shook him off. Then he kicked the door open.

It slammed against the wall, loud enough to rattle the whole room.

Damian and Scarlett both turned at the sound.

Vincent stood in the doorway, backlit by the corridor light. His face was shadowed, unreadable—but whatever was behind it, you could feel it from across the room.

At the sight of him, Scarlett's heart nearly jumped into her throat. Damian, by contrast, merely let out a disdainful snort.

Scarlett's heart lurched. "Vincent..." Her voice came out cracked.

Damian, though? He didn't flinch. A slow smirk spread across his face. He straightened up, slid his hands into his pockets, tipped his chin up—all arrogance, all attitude. He raised an eyebrow at Vincent, voice dripping with challenge.

"See everything you needed to see?"

If you listened close, there was something almost amused underneath. Like he'd been waiting for this moment all along.