edicine was a matter of life and death. Once trust copsed, apany would not be far from going bankrupt.
Yunice said. “<b>This </b>is the simplest solution I can think of right now, with the least loss,”
Wyatt caught the underlying meaning. Without stopping, he asked, “You have other solutions?”
“Clinical trials take at least three months. No matter whether <b>this </b>risky n works or not, it must eventually be reced by a more refined drug. Yumice said with certainty, “I can create a better one.”
Wyatt finished applying the medicine, pulled our a wet wipe to <b>clean </b>his hands, and asked, “What do you want in return<b>?</b><b>” </b>
Hearing that, Yunice felt relieved and <b>said</b>, “I want money. Cash:
Wyatt nodded. “That’s easy. Then he asked. “I thought you’d want this.”
Yunice looked at the bracelet on his wrist. She said, “Even if you give it to me, I wouldn’t be able to keep it. It’s safer with you.”
The Saunders family was dangerous. If she took the bracelet back, it would only end up benefiting Elsie. Money was much more practical
Wyatt nced at <b>Jordan </b><b>Jordan </b>understood and stepped forward. “Little rabbit, let’s go.”
Seeing <b>that </b>Wyatt didn’t move, Yunice knew this was his way of telling her to leave. She didn’t say anything, got up, <b>and </b>followed Jordan out of the clubhouse. The moment they stepped outside, they heard the sound of rain hitting the windows. Yunice then realized it was raining.
A valet pulled the car up to a dry spot. Jordan got into the driver’s seat, and Yunice sat in the back.
After a moment, someone knocked on the window.
Jordan rolled it down, <b>and </b>the person outside tossed in a briefcase. It was not very big, but itnded on the seat with a heavy thud. Jordan rolled the window back up, turned the wheel, <b>and </b><b>said</b>, “This is three <b>hundred </b>thousand in cash. It’s not that they’re giving you too little, it’s that you wouldn’t be able to carry more.
Yunice opened the <b>case</b>. It was full of money.
Jordan nced at the rearview mirror and saw Yunice holding the case tightly,ughing and crying at <b>the </b>same time.
He <b>was </b>puzzled. She was, after all, the eldest <b>daughter </b>of the Saunders family. Why was she so happy over such a <b>small </b>amount of money?
Jordan asked where she wanted to go. <b>Yunice </b>gave him <b>Gill’s </b>address. She wasn’t trying to hide it–if Wyatt wanted to find out, she wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret anyway.
The car moved through the rain, but the luxury vehicle’s soundproofing was excellent. Yunice had never liked rainy days, but maybe because she was in a good mood <b>now</b>, even the <b>rain </b>felt gentle and lovely.
She quietly rolled the window down a little and reached her fingers out. The raindrops hit her hand, cool and refreshing. On rainy <b>days</b>, would she meet a god with a soft heart?
Looking at the neon lights reflected in the raindrops outside the window, Yunice felt as if the whole world hade <b>alive</b>.
For the first time, she truly felt like she had escaped the psychiatric hospital.
Jordan dropped her off and drove away. <b>Standing </b>at the door, Yunice’s heart pounded. She hesitantly knocked. Soon, she heard the door open.
Gill held the doorknob and let out <b>a </b>surprised “<b>Ah</b>!”
Yunice’s hands loosened, and the <b>money </b>case fell to the round.
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Chapter 25 Remembering Her Father
brought it inside.
Yunice cried for several minutes, finally releasing all the emotions she had been holding back.
As she gradually quieted down, Gill went to get her some water.
Yunice sat on the couch, looking around. It was a small vi, with a garden on the terrace.
Finished
It was still raining outside, but under the glow of the ambient lights, she could see a
rose tree swaying in the wind and rain. Because it was the wrong season, there were no flowers on the tree, only a few dried, dark red buds stubbornly clinging
on
Yunice stared at them for a long time, feeling an overwhelming sense of longing for her father.
Gill followed her gaze out the window <b>and </b>said, “Miss, does it look familiar?”
<b>Yunice </b>snapped out of her thoughts. Gill was only ten years older than her, so she was barely thirty now. She dressed simply but neatly
She <b>had </be from a poor background, but she <b>was </b>hardworking. Ten years ago, Margaret had introduced her to the Saunders family as a housekeeper.
To Yunice, Gill was more than just a ymate. She was family.
Gill had been married, but Margaret had <b>told </b>Yunice that her husband had taken another wife in the countryside. She <b>had </b>tried to fight it, but it was useless. Margaret felt bad for her <b>and </b>let her take <b>care </b>of the house.
<b>Now</b>, Gill lived alone in the vi, which was afortable arrangement.
<b>Gill </b>also looked out the window and said, <b>“</b><b>That </b>rose tree was nted by your father himself. After Mr. Owen dug it up, I saved a few branches and rented them. In three years, it’s grown this much.”
Yunice’s heart moved. Now, the only people left who still remembered her father were her and Gill.
Gill squatted in front of Yunice and squeezed her arm. Even through the fabric, she could feel how <b>thin </b>she was.