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It was also Taylor’s wedding day. But it was clear from her somber tone that things weren’t going well.
“I cane,” Yunice replied.
Taylor’s voice brightened.
“Send me your location. I’ll have n pick you up.”
Half an hourter, Yunice stepped out of the car, fully covered.
She knew theyout of the Powell mansion even better than n, but she deliberately took a wrong turn and circled around Paul’s residence, Maplecrest Manor.
n didn’t realize she’d gotten away until he turned around. He had to go back to find her.
Yunice stepped out from behind the mansion.
“This ce is huge. I must have lost track for a second.”
This time n led the way carefully, looking back every few steps. He led them through a winding waterfront corridor before stopping in front of a secluded courtyard.
Yunice looked up. <i>This </i><i>is </i><i>Jensen’s </i><i>residence</i>.
Momentster, Taylor emerged and motioned for Yunice to speak with her privately.
She said, “The patient I’m going to show you…please don’t ask too many questions.”
Yunice asked, “What are the symptoms?”
Taylor looked embarrassed.
“Loss of dder and bowel control, constant shivering in bed, and mumbling nonsense.”
“Sounds like he’s been terrified,” Yunice said with a faint smile.
Taylor didn’t answer, but her silence was confirmation enough.
No <i>wonder </i><i>the </i><i>Powell </i><i>family </i><i>didn’t </i><i>want </i>to <i>send </i><i>Jensen </i>to <i>the </i><i>hospital </i><i>or </i><i>reveal </i><i>his </i><i>condition</i><i>. </i><i>They </i><i>were </i><i>afraid </i><i>the </i><i>scandal </i><i>would </i><i>spread</i>.
After dealing with the Powells for more than ten years, Yunice knew exactly how their pride worked.
The moment she entered the room<b>, </b>she was hit by a pungent stench of urine and feces seeping
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The guards standing inside looked as if they had lost their will to live.
Yunice wasn’t allowed to see Jensen’s face. She was only allowed to check his pulse.
After a moment, she withdrew her hand.
“Acute stress reaction. Muscle tension and gastric distress.”
She wrote a prescription.
Taylor didn’t even look at it before handing it to n to fill.
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Just then, the sound of a cane echoed through the hall. Jackson entered and casually took the prescription sheet.
As he read it, his face darkened.
“Children’s urine?”
It was the only word he recognized in the list of ingredients.
Yunice replied calmly, “The patient is showing signs of convulsions. Using warm urine as the base ingredient, about a pound, can wake him up immediately. Otherwise, if he continues to shake like this, it could turn into full–blown epilepsy.”
“A pound?”
Taylor cringed and subtly covered her nose. <i>What </i><i>kid </i><i>could </i><i>pee </i><i>that </i><i>much</i><i>? </i>
And how <i>could </i><i>anyone </i>drink <i>that</i>…
Still, she had no doubts about Yunice’s abilities. <i>The </i><ist </i><i>thing </i><i>I </i><i>wanted on </i><i>her </i>first <i>day </i>as <i>a </i><i>Powell </i>bride was to <i>be </i><ibeled </i><i>“</i>the <i>one </i>who <i>ruined </i><i>her </i><i>father</i>–<i>in</i><i>–</i><iw</i>.”
She vouched for her, “Grandpa, she used to be my father’s personal physician. Her skills are first- ss.”
She looked back awkwardly at the curtain.
“This really can’t be put off any longer. Paul is still unreachable, and we have a serious family discussion tonight.”
Right after she spoke, a fresh stream hit the screen again, leaving a long, wet trail.
Realizing that Jensen had lost control again, Taylor stormed out in a huff.
<i>I’d </i><i>been </i>spoiled <i>all </i><i>my </i><i>life</i><i>. </i>It was bad <i>enough </i><i>that </i><i>my </i>new <i>husband </i><i>ignored </i><i>me</i><i>. </i><i>But </i>now, <i>right </i>after <i>marrying </i><i>into </i><i>the </i><i>family</i><i>, </i><i>I </i><i>had </i><i>to </i>deal with <i>this </i><i>father</i>–in<i>–</iw’s mess?
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Linda, wearing a mask, stepped out from behind the screen. Her eyes were red, whether from crying or from the smell, no one could tell.
“Mr. Jackson, we can’t put this off any longer,” she said. “Please… just get him to the hospital.”
Jackson’s expression was thunderous. There wasn’t a trace of sympathy in his face, only cold disgust.
“Useless thing.”
Both Linda and Taylor knew exactly who he meant.
Jensen had been tied to a machine table by Wyatt earlier in the day. The saw had ripped his pants. That trauma alone was enough to put him in this state.
To Jackson, who had lived a life of strength andmand, both his son and grandson were pathetic disappointments.
But he was old now. He couldn’t run the show anymore.
Just as he fell silent, Yunice spoke from the side.
“I was actually conservative in my diagnosis. The patient has a trauma to a private area. That kind of injury can lead to seriousplications… potentially fatal ones.”
Linda lowered her head, unable to speak.
<i>Jensen </i><i>hadn’t </i><i>been </i><ipletely </i><i>destroyed</i><i>, </i><i>but </i><i>the </i><i>sparks </i><i>from </i><i>the </i><i>saw </i><i>had </i><i>burned </i><i>him </i><i>badly </i><i>enough </i><i>to </i><i>be </i><i>iife</i><i>–</i><i>threatening</i>.
<i>He </i><i>is </i><i>my </i><ist </i><i>hope </i><i>in </i><i>the </i><i>Powell </i><i>family</i><i>. </i>
<i>But </i><i>Jackson’s </i><i>pride </i><i>wouldn’t </i><i>allow </i>us <i>to </i><i>send </i><i>him </i><i>to </i><i>a </i><i>hospital</i>.
Still silent, Jackson suddenly lifted his cane, swift and sharp.
With a flick, the tip of the cane grazed Yunice’s nose and knocked her baseball cap off.
Shocked, she staggered back and instinctively covered her face, toote.
Everyone around her gasped.
<i>Her </i>face…
Linda stared at the scars on her skin and frowned.