The Daughter in the Shadows
Chapter 73 The Broken Heir’s Reckoning
Wyatt nced sideways at Jensen with a smug look. “This is the face I’m giving.
Paul was on his knees, clutching his leg. The pain was so intense, he couldn’t even scream.
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Jensen’s face had gone pale. His expression was filled with hatred, but he couldn’t bring himself to say a single harsh word.
He stepped forward and helped his son up, then left the hospital room with his injured son in tow,
Jordan finally let out a long breath.
He turned to look behind <b>Wyatt </b>and noticed a faint damp spot on his ck coat.
“Wyatt, your wound…”
Every time Jackson beat him, it was brutal. And now, after at this struggling, the stitches had probably torn open again.
Wyatt raised a hand, cutting him off. “Get out.”
Once the door was shut and no one was around to disturb him. Wyatt turned slightly and reached for the soft pink scarf that still wrapped around his neck.
At Longevity Springs, in the Powell Residence, Jensen was red with anger.
“Dad, are you really going to let Wyatt walk all over us like this? You’re not punishing him, and now you’re arranging a marriage for him?”
Jackson stood by the <bke</b>, brushing fish food crumbs of his hands, looking unconcerned. “What else do you suggest? If you’ve got the skills, go win me that plot in the Western Suburbs.”
Jensen fell silent.”
I still couldn’t let it go.
“He broke Paul’s leg this time. Next time, he won’t hesitate toe for me!”
If we didn’t handle him now, who knew what Wyatt might do next?
Jensen’s <b>eyes </b>turned <b>cold</b>. “Maybe I should deal with the one in the guest house too….”
Before he could <b>finish</b><b>, </b>Jackson shot <b>him </b>a <b>re</b>.
“If the one in the guest house could’ve held him back, that plot in the Western Suburbs would’ve been yours already
Jensen choked on his words. Is Wyatt no longer looking after that person?
All these years, the Powell family had relied on that person in the guest house to manipte <b>Wyatt</b>, making him work for them willingly.
<b>Jackson </b>snorted. We were all fooled. He made it look like we <b>had </b>control, but he’s been using our
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Jensen turned pale. If that person in the guest house had ju been a smokescreen all along… then the Powell family hadpletely lost their grip on valt.
He noticed Jackson staring <b>into </b>theke at the kol. Jensen stepped closer and peered down.
These fish they look smaller
Jackson’s <b>face </b>instantly darkened. “You can’t tell they’ve been swapped?
He muttered with frustration, “These tinum Arowana could only survive in the ancestral pond–said to be blessed for generations. That idiot from the Saunders family actually managed to overfeed them to death.”
Jensen blinked, then suddenly understood. “No wonder you’re trying to match Yunice and Wyatt.”
He sneered. “Ajinx and a bringer of doom. Perfect match.
I had always worried that Wyatt would marry someone powerful to back him. That face of his was good at fooling people
Jensen continued saying, “Can’t believe I never thought of that useless girl from the Saunders family. Dad, your move is <b>brilliant</b><b>. </b>If Wyatt marries her and cuts ties with the Powell family, then he’ll have nowhere. else to turn.”
That was exactly the n. If <b>we </b>couldn’t control Wyatt, then we’d weaken him<b>. </b>There was no way <i>we’d </i>let him overpower the Powell family.
Jackson added, “Paul still needs to grow. This injury should serve as a wake–up call. He needs to understand what it means to be the heir of the Powell family.”
Jensen flushed. My own son was useless, spending all his time <b>chasing </b>women. No wonder Jackson didn’t support him
this time.
He didn’t dare bring up <b>Paul’s </b><b>injury </b><b>again</b>. Worried that Wyatt might refuse to marry <b>Yunice</b>, he said cautiously, “Yunice doesn’t have any official records. Should I get someone to forge her an identity?”
The <b>old </b>man waved a <b>hand</b>. I’ve already arranged everything. <b>You </b>don’t need to worry about that.<b>” </b>
Meanwhile, Yunice felt something was off. The pillow beneath her head was too firm.
She stirred only when the smell of medicine reached her <b>nose</b>.
As she opened her eyes, the first thing she <b>saw </b>was a ck silk <b>shirt</b>.
Its obsidian buttons shimmered mysteriously under the light.
Realizing she was lying in a man’s <b>arms</b>, Yunice jolted <b>upright</b>.
Wyatt was lying on his <b>side</b>. Seeing her awake, he propped his <b>head </b>up with the arm that <b>had </b>served as her pillow. He lookedpletely at case.
Yunice quickly scanned her surroundings. No one else was in the <b>room </b>except Wyatt.
She reached for her cor, buttoned all the way to the top. Safe..
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Noticing her subtle movement. Wyatt mocked, “You think I can touch you?”
I’m a cripple. That thing might as well not exist.
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“No…” Yunice hadn’t been thinking that. She rummaged under the <b>nket</b>, growing <b>anxious</b>. “Have you seen my scarf? The pink one with the fish…”
Wyatt paused, watching how much she cared about it. Then he pointed toward the nightstand. “It’s right
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