Chapter 149 All Roads Lead Back
He said coldly, “That cripple Wyatt keeps ruining everything for me; I’m not letting him off the hook.”
#Finished
Owen grabbed Paul by the cor, teeth clenched. “You’re still trying to dodge responsibility? If you hadn’t kept going after Yunice, why would Wyatt step in for her? You and Yunice are over–why don’t you put all that energy into Elsie for once!”
<b>Paul </b>had noeback, so he shot back with equal venom. “Well, maybe <b>that’s </b>because you don’t have 4 million dors. If you did, I wouldn’t have had to get involved.”
Painting <b>at </b><b>a </b>man and calling him broke and useless–that was a brutal blow.
Owen’s face cracked. He let go of Paul, defeated. Today they’d both lost face, but Paul had also lost real money.
Paul yanked on his cor to smooth out the wrinkles Owen had left and, realizing he may have gone too far, asked, “Wasn’t the Saunders hospital <b>always </b>bringing in good money?”
Why else would they be so desperate over 4 million dors that we’d talk about selling the <b>house</b><b>! </b>
Owen didn’t want to get into it. Ever since Yunice had been locked away in the psych ward, the Saunders hospital had mysteriously lost its edge in treating rare andplex cases, and patients had been leaving in droves.
Lost the edge overnight? What kind of nonsense is that?
Owen shook his head. “No idea. Same prescriptions–just no results.”
Paul muttered. That’s just weird…”
Owen said quietly, “Sometimes I wonder if my mom was right–maybe Yunice really did take the Saunders family’s luck with her.
Paul frowned. He was about to call him superstitious but then paused, thoughtful.
Come to think of it
Ever since he started dating Elsie, it felt like everything had gone downhill. He’d constantly found himself dragged into one mess after another for her, <b>and </b>even his father and grandfather had started voicing their disapproval.
Meanwhile, Wyatt–ever since word got out about his engagement to Yuni?e–had barely been scolded by his OWEL grandfather. Thend deal in <b>Northvale</b>–no one even tried to fight him fort.
Could it be that Yunice actually brings luck to her man and his family?
Owen didn’t notice the shift in Paul’s expression. He crouched down, picked up a stack of bills, and stayed quiet for a while.
Then, under his breath, he tried to rally himself. “One hurdle at a time, the road ahead is long, but it’ll shine bright.”
<b>Just </b>as he tried to summon some determination, his gaze dimmed again.
That line he’d just used–<b>that </b>was <b>something </b><b>Yunice </b>used to say all the time….
His eyes began to sting. Red–rimmed, he kept picking up bill after bill<b>, </b><b>as </b>if burying himself in work could numb the feelings building inside.
Even after everything today, he still missed the obedient, thoughtful Yunice from before.
Under the starlit sky outside the car window, Yunice sat in the same <b>car </b>as Wyatt.
The <b>leather </b>seat felt like it <b>had </b>needles in it; she kept shifting restlessly, ncing back toward the rear window every few seconds.
Chapter 149 All Roads Lead Back
<b>Yunice </b>had nned to ride with Gill, but when Jordan came to call her over, she couldn’t keep pretending anymore.
Not seeing Gill’s ear now, Yunice sat up straight and looked down at her hands, ying with her fingers.
Finished
She still remembered what Wyatt had said back at the Saunders mansion. We’ll settle this when we get back. So now he is taking me back to settle it! But… what exactly is there to settle?
She stole a nce at Wyatt from the corner of her eye, waiting for him to speak. But of course, he was frustratingly quiet- making her guess everything.
So she had to go first. “Why… did you go to the Saunders mansion?”
Wyatt sat stone–faced, clearly not in the mood to respond. His eyes were fixed on the window outside.
Yunice was starting to feel awkward–until Jordan chimed in to save <b>the </b>moment. “Come on, Ms. Saunders, Wyatt keeps a close eye on everything <b>about </b>you.”
<i>Keeps </i>an eye on me… Probably just because she was the woman he had to marry. It was a <b>matter </b>of appearances–if she embarrassed herself, it would <b>make </b>him look bad too.
Husband and wife, tied at the hip.
Yunice nced at Wyatt again, then pointed at his sulking expression and asked Jordan, “Why does he look so mad?”
She’d noticed that the people around Wyatt were all pretty decent–friendly, even. As long as it was something they could talk about, they were never stingy with words.
Jordan nced up and checked the rearview mirror, not clear if he was looking at Wyatt or Yunice.
He smiled and <b>said</b>, “Of course, he’s <b>mad </b>at you.”
“You’re Wyatt’s woman, but instead ofing to him, you went to that slimy old Quinton for help<b>. </b>Doesn’t that make it seem like you look down on Wyatt?” Jordan’s tone lifted yfully at the end, like he was deliberately putting her
on the
spor
But Yunice could tell–this wasn’t a trap. Jordan was throwing her a lifeline. More friends, more options; fewer friends, more hoops to jump through.