Daghter 158_Third Year in the Psychiatric Hospital

Chapter 158 At the Table

 Wyatt looked up. “Don’t talk badly about my wife.”

 Finished

 Elianna was full of resentment. Il hat exactly was it about Yunice that made

 att so protective?

 Wyatt continued. “And by seniority, you can address me as your elder brother. If you don’t want to, just call me Wyatt.”

 Don’t let me hear any more inappropriate titles. Wyatt thought.

 Elianna stood there awkwardly for a moment, then quietly made her way back to the table.

 The side branches of the Powell family were already seated, and all eyes turned to Elianna the moment she came over alone. Someone immediately asked, nosy as ever, “Why didn’t you bring Wyatt with you?”

 Elianna muttered, clearly anno

 “He’s waiting for Mrs. Cooper.”

 The moment she said it, a wave ofughter followed.

 “You really treat that lunatic like your sister–inw?”

 “What lunatic?” Elianna had spent the past few years abroad; she barely knew anything about Yunice.

 “You joined the Powell familyte, so you wouldn’t know. Ms. Saunders was originally supposed to marry Paul, but then she had a breakdown and stabbed someone. Spent three years in a psych ward. When she got out, somehow shetched onto Wyatt

 Elianna frowned in disgust. “That’s outrageous…”

 “That’s just the beginning. Paul figured things out early–he’d been sleeping with her for years. But Wyatt? He’s not picky, I guess. He can even stomach that..” They exchanged mocking looks, theirughter full of scorn.

 Just then, Linda walked over. “That’s all in the past. No need to gossip or stir up drama. Whatever Ms. Saunders is like, the only thing that matters is that Wyatt likes her.”

 The others forced some smiles, all thinking the same thing. Who’kahe trying to fool?

 The whole reason this family dinner was organized was so they could talk about exactly this.

 Still, with Linda stepping in, Elianna clenched her fists under the table, silently feeling indignant on Wyatt’s behalf.

 At that moment, a maid approached and whispered something in Linda’s car.

 Linda nced at the seating chart and frowned. Why hasn’t Taylor brought Paul over

 or wit

 Jensen entered through the doorway and took the second seat at the head of the table. He nced at Wyatt, who still hadn’t taken his seat, and said with irritation, “Where’s Paul? The dinner’s about to start. He thought he can act like someone else and ignore all decorum?”

 Everyone subtly looked Wyatt’s way–they all knew Jensen was throwing shade.

 Linda had already tried calling Paul, but he wasn’t answering.

 Just then, footsteps echoed from the hall. Linda smiled. “Paul and Ms. Taylor must’ve lost track of time talking. They’re on their way now.”

 Hearing that, the guests exchanged nces. Sounds like Paul and Taylor are basically a done deal

 Everyone turned to the door, waiting to offer well–wishes to the presumed couple.

 Chapter 158 At the Table

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 Under the weight of all their stares, she didn’t flinch; she simply ignored them and walked withposure toward Wyatt

 “Sorry to keep you waiting,” she said softly, leaning down and meeting his cold.

 gaze.

 Knowing he was angry, Yunice whispered, “Save it forter, okay? Yell at me when we get home.”

 She raised her brows slightly and pressed her lips together–an expression of sincere apology, quietly asking for forgiveness.

 Wyatt held his cold expression for a solid half–minute before his eyes dropped to her hand.

 Yunice, sharp as ever, held out her hand like a servant offering help to an old empress.

 Only then did Wyatt take it, rising to his feet with her help.

 Yunice quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Wyatt’s a bit dramatic, but at least he’s easy to coar

 Everyone at the table stared as the two of them walked over and sat down together, hand in hand, exchanging stunned nces with each other.

 Almost as soon as they were seated, the old man finally made his entrance.

 As the eldest of the Powell family, Jackson naturally came inst, with all the weight of tradition behind him.

 He sat down and first looked toward Wyatt and Yunice, then noticed two empty chairs. His brow creased. “Who’s missing?”

 Jensen shot Linda a re, and Linda couldn’t have looked more embarrassed.

 She’d already sent someone to find Paul, but not only was the boy missing–Taylor was nowhere to be found either.

 Seeing Jackson’s face begin to sour, Linda quickly improvised. “Paul’s with Ms. Taylor. They must’ve gotten caught up talking.

 Others around the table jumped in,ughing to lighten the mood. “Exactly, young people! Let’s not box them in with rules. Love’s more important,”

 Jackson’s face eased up slightly. If Paul and Taylor were really getting that close, it was a good thing.

 He said, “It’s been years since the Powell family added a new branch.” 

 Then he looked at Wyatt. “You’d better not let your child fall behind Paul’s.

 The side rtives chimed in with chuckles. “Age gap doesn’t matter–if Paul’s kides first, Mr. Jackson’s dream of seeing four generations under one roof could finallye true.”

 Everyone at that table was a pro. Not a single word was wasted.

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