He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 974

It was impossible to know exactly what kind of torture Kane had subjected Sylvia to. She was lying on the floor, her clothes torn into shreds. She looked completely shattered, like a broken porcelain doll, lying motionless with her eyes wide open. And beneath her, there was a pooling puddle of blood.

At the sight of the blood, Yardley felt every nerve in his body snap tight.

"Sylvia..."

Fighting back his spiraling panic, he rushed forward. Without a second thought, he stripped off his suit jacket and draped it over her.

Tears spilled from his eyes immediately.

Sylvia’s eyes finally flickered. She slowly looked toward him and weakly lifted a trembling finger, trying to touch his face, but she lacked the strength, and her hand fell back down.

"Yardley..."

"You finally came. I... I..."

Before she could finish her sentence, tears poured from her eyes.

She began to sob uncontrollably, completely unable to form another word.

Scarlett and Julian had walked upstairs by then.

When they reached the doorway and saw Sylvia’s state—and the blood beneath her—both of them were frozen in shock.

It was hard to fathom what kind of brutal devastation Kane had inflicted on her moments ago.

As much as Scarlett absolutely despised Sylvia, witnessing this scene in person as a fellow woman still left her feeling an indescribable, agonizing twist in her heart.

Rapid footsteps suddenly echoed from downstairs. The police had arrived.

Julian quickly went down to explain the situation to the officers.

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