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Was he nning to swap Elsie’s background with hers now? Yunice was the one being forced to take the fall, yet he was putting on a righteous act as if he was doing it for her sake.
Yunice almost wanted to p for his hypocrisy.
Owen knew she wouldn’t <b>agree </b>so easily, so he raised the stakes “As long as you help the family through this crisis, I won’t force you to get married. You can stay at home as long as you want.”
Yuniceughed mockingly. “Whether I get married or not isn’t up to <b>you</b>.”
Owen stared at Yunice in <b>shock</b>, as if he hadn’t expected her to defy him. In the <b>past</b>, she always did whatever he said. As long <b>as </b>it was for the family, she never refused.
Unable to control her anymore, Owen’s anger raised. “Yunice, I’m <b>finally </b>seeing your true <b>colors</b>. I almost fell for <b>your </b>act of being a good sister. Turns out, you’re <b>the </b>most heartless one of all
Yunice sneered. “So in your eyes, a ‘good sister‘ is someone <b>who </b>obeys without question, lets herself be manipted, and <b>has </b>no thoughts of her own“”
Owen shot to his feet and said coldly, “If you don’t want to help, then don’t. No need to twist my words,”
Leaving Yunice’s room. Owen felt like he couldn’t breathe properly. His chest was filled with anger, but he had nowhere to vent it. He turned back for a nce, but Yunice didn’te after him.
For some reason, he felt an unexpected sense of loss. He thought of three years ago, whenever he got mad, <b>Yunice </b>would chase after him to coax him, no matter how unwilling she was. In the end, she would always give in.
He and Oscar were her only family. Who else could she rely on if not them? Owen had always assumed he could control Yunice for the rest of her life. But now, he felt a distance between <b>them</b>. The feeling <b>made </b>him uneasy,
A part of him actually wished Yunice would smile at him again, grab <b>his </b>arm like she used to, and call his name. It had once been so normal. Why had things <b>changed</b><b>? </b>But what exactly had changed?
As Owen was lost in thought, Elsie came running over happily, tugging at his sleeve. “Owen, did Yunice agree?”
Owen lowered his eyes and looked at the <b>hand </b>holding onto his sleeve. When he lifted his gaze again, Yunice’s smiling face faded, reced by Elsie’s. When had it changed? When had the persorbtugging at his sleeve stopped being Yunice and be Eine instead? instead?
A strange emotion stirred in his heart. He sighed. “She refused. Then he couldn’t help but <b>ask</b>, “Elsie, do you think Yunice is ming me
Flue <b>froze</b>. Seeing the frustration on Owen’s face, rm bells went off in her head.
di Owen starting to feel guilty toward Yunice? She nced toward Yunice’s room. How did Yunice suddenly get so sharp after just one trip to the pychiatric hospital
“Owen” Elur said gently “You did <b>this </b>for the greater good. Even if there was a <b>mistake</b>, it was for the <b>sake </b>of the Saunders family. Besides, making this decision was hard for you too. What kind of <b>sister </b>would me her brother for that?”
Yes. Did Yunice think he wanted to make this choice? If she had been morepetent and taken on the family’s responsibilities, he wouldn’t have had to <b>make </b>such a painful decision. He was struggling so much, yet instead of understanding ham, she was criticizing him?
Owen’s momentary guilt vanishedpletely. He straightened his <b>back</b>. “The family won’t fall apart without her. Even if she doesn’t help, Ill still handle that
Else <b>was </b>stunned. If Yunice didn’t take the me, she’d be exposed. That couldn’t <b>happen</b>! But no matter what, Owen refused to beg Yunlce again.
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interfere again. Before <b>leaving</b>, she squatted beside the box Yunice had dug out and casually flipped through a few sketches.
They were drawings Yunice had done as a child, mostly portraits of women. The women were quiet and elegant, either sitting or standing gracefully. It was the very image of femininity. They were the kind of <b>drawings </b>Yunice had made whenever she missed Lily, copying from her photos.
Gill <b>had </b>considered them precious and <b>kept </b>them <b>safe </b><b>all </b>these years. But Lily didn’t see them that way. She casually set the old drawings on the floor, then gently sifted through the bottom of the box. When she didn’t find <b>what </b>she <b>was </b>looking for. she seemed a little disappointed.
Noticing Yunice’s indifferent gaze, Lily asked without hesitation. “Yunny, I remember Dad left behind a few ancient medical scripts. You have them, don’t you?”