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But just as Owen thought she was about to relent, Yunice’s tone suddenly shifted, <b>calm </b>yet <b>distant</b>. “If you really <b>want </b>to cheer me up, <b>it’s </b>very simple. Want to know how?”
Owen’s eyes lit up <b>instantly</b>, like a fool who would agree to anything the moment she opened her mouth.
Staring into those bright, eager eyes, Yunice only felt a bitter coldness sinking deeper into her heart. He yed the role of a good brother so perfectly, yet in his world, even blood ties could be weighed and measured.
She sneered, her voice was sharp, “Return my identity to me. Get Elsie to give it back, then I’ll forgive you”
Owen did not move. <b>But </b>those shining eyes dimmed, in a <b>subtle</b>, almost imperceptible shift, into something cold, indifferent.
A few secondster, his face darkened with anger. “Why <b>are </b>you still hung up on Elsie? You’re marrying into the Powell family now, and Wyatt is backing you, What more do you <b>want</b>? Why <b>must </b>you keep fighting her?”
His words made it sound like marrying Wyatt was the greatest blessing in the <b>world</b>, <b>as </b>if he had already forgotten how, just <b>days </b>ago, <b>no </b>one believed this marriage <b>would </b>ever happen.
Yunice said quietly, That ID was mine to begin <b>with</b>. It wasn’t gifted by any of you”
*So what if it
“it was yours?” Owen snapped. “You almost killed Elsie. This is yourpensation to her!”
Yuniceughed coldly. “And what about the three years I spent rotting away in a mental asylum? Was that not enough punishment? Even prisoners get to keep their identities. Was I <b>so </b>vile that mine had to be stripped away?”
Owen <b>was </b>momentarily silenced, words stuck in his throat
Looking at his embarrassed, furious expression, Yunice found herself pathetic too. Knowing full well what kind of person he was, yet still foolish enough to ask, hoping for a different answer.
“Forget it if you won’t,” she said, turning to leave.
But Owen <b>caught </b>up in rage<b>, </b>grabbing her wrist with his bloodied hand. His voice trembled with resentment. “I’ve taken your revenge<b>, </b>and I’ve epted it! My hand is ruined because of you ll never be able to operate again! And the jewelry box you’ve been <b>drearning </b>of, I was willing to <b>build </b>a new one for you! Are you heartless? Why do you never see my sacrifices?”
<b>Yunice </b>flung his hand away. “Was that hand injured for me? You took that knife for Elsie, not me!”
Her fury ignited. She stepped closer, forcing him to meet her eyes. “And your so–called sacrifices, what <b>are </b>they? One injury, and you think that erases a <b>thousand </b>days and nights of my suffering in the asylum?”
She snatched the saw from his hand <b>and </b>smashed it hard against the walnut wood beside them. “These worthless scraps of wood
Yunice scoffed. “Who cares about things that can be easily reced? The only reason you won’t return my identity is because you know it can’t be reced.”
Sheughed, cold and sharp. “Between me and Elsie, <b>you’d </b>choose her every single time. <b>But </b>it doesn’t matter anymore. I no longer recognize you as my brother, and you don’t need <b>to </b>waste your time pretending, only to turn around and use me of being heartless.”
<b>Pain </b>and rage twisted Owen’s face. “So what you said the other day wasn’t just angry words. You really want to cut ties with the Saunders family!”
“<b>That’s </b>right,” Yunice replied <b>without </b><b>hesitation</b>. “I’m already a person without a name, without a home. Even if I don’t officially sever ties. I <b>have </b>nothing to do with the Saunders family anymore. Isn’t this exactly the result you wanted, Owen?”
Owen clenched his fists, blood dripping silently from between his fingers as if he could not even feel the pain. He held
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<b>Yunice </b>did not look back.
Behind her, Owen kicked over the pile of precious walnut wood in a fit of rage.
Forget the jewelry box! I won’t finish it!
Outside the room, Cill hurried to catch up as soon as she saw Yunice exit. She had waited nervously by the door the whole time, afraid Yunice might suffer.
Back in Yunice’s hospital room, Gill poured a cup of water for Yunice, stealing nces at her with a conflicted expression.
Yunice noticed.
“You think I’m too cold–blooded too?” she asked quietly.
“Of course not.” <b>Gill </b>whispered. She only felt a bit sorry for Owen. After all, he had genuinely loved Yunice once. But now…
Yunice’s voice drifted in the quiet room. “He suffers once, and everyone pities him. But in those three years, I don’t even know how many times I went through the same thing, and no <b>one </b>ever thought that was strange. No one ever thought I had the right to be angry.
Gill’s eyes reddened instantly. <b>Thinking </b>of Yunice’s ordeal, she <i>felt </i>deeply ashamed for having pitied Owen earlier.
Her voice trembled, “Ms. Saunders, you were just a girl. How did you survive in that asylumn?”
Yunice’s
‘s gaze grew distant, as if lost in those dark memories. She had been only eighteen when they threw her into that hellhole Too frail to fight, too weak <b>to </b>run.
If Kingsley had not protected her, she might not have lived to see another day.
Yunice lifted her head and smiled faintly. “Maybe <b>I’m </b>just good at taking a beating
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