He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 804

Her head throbbed, and a dull ache radiated through her chest. Nestled against Julian, lulled by the steady beat of his heart, her heavy eyelids fluttered shut, and she slipped effortlessly back into a deep sleep.

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Meanwhile, at The Peninsula Hotel.

It had taken a monumental effort from Melanie and Veronica, backed by Kane Stetson’s underground connections, to finally pull Sylvia out of police custody.

Though it had only been a few days, the ordeal had left Sylvia a shattered shell of herself. When she was released, she looked skeletal, her skin bruised and deathly pale. She looked more like a ghost than a human being.

Melanie and Veronica were horrified when they saw her, rushing her back to the luxury suite immediately.

Only after a hot shower, clean pajamas, and a full meal did Sylvia seem to regain a fraction of her soul.

Tearfully, she recounted the horrors she had endured. The rotten food and the physical punishments were just the beginning.

The absolute nightmare was that the authorities had locked her up with a group of non-binary inmates. In Country A, gender identity was legally protected, meaning inmates could identify however they pleased, regardless of biology.

At the mere mention of it, Sylvia shuddered violently, haunted by the memories that made her skin crawl. She hugged her shoulders tightly, her fingernails digging deep into her own flesh.

"Those freaks... they were so strong. They pinned me to the floor... I screamed until my throat bled, but no one did a thing. They just thought it was entertaining. They found new, twisted ways to torture me every single day..."

As she spoke, a venomous, unhinged hatred flared in her eyes. "It's all Scarlett's fault! It's all because of her! She's the reason my life is destroyed!"

"It's been five days, and their rooms haven't been touched. I checked with the front desk. They never came back. At this point, they're probably already dead..."

Hearing this, Sylvia trembled with ecstatic excitement. She lunged toward Veronica, desperate for more gruesome details.

But before she could speak, the suite door crashed open. Yardley stood in the doorway, his face a mask of terrifying fury.

Before any of them could react, Yardley stormed into the room and seized Veronica by the wrist. His voice was a raw, gravelly snarl of disbelief. "What... what did you just say?"

"For five days, I’ve been asking you where they went, and you swore you had no idea!"