<b>Chapter </b>411 <b>Bloodlines </b>and <b>Breaking </b>Points
Chapter 411 Bloodlines and Breaking Points
Elsie had thought Paul didn’t want Mr. Gerardo to survive that he was <b>finally </b>resolute <b>about </b>divorcing Taylor–so she had proudly stepped in to “help.”
What she didn’t know was that she had been part of Paul’s n all along. What she didn’t know was the
Someone who had betrayed Paul would never be allowed to live happily. That was how <b>Paul </b><b>saw </b>it.
So when Saunders Hospital was
waspletely sealed off, not even Elsie was spared. No one <b>got </b>
out.
Paul looked up with cold satisfaction. His n had always been <i>to </i>ensure that everyone he despised perished “with dignity” inside Saunders Hospital.
But what he couldn’t figure out was: <i>Why </i><i>was </i><i>Wyatt </i>supporting <i>the </i><i>hospital </i><i>financially</i>?
There was no one there he was especially close to. Could it be for Mr. Gerardo?
But ording to Paul’s intel, Mr. Gerardo was already dead.
And what about Yunice? Saunders Hospital was in crisis–yet she hadn’t made a single move<b>? </b>
<i>Where </i><i>had </i><i>she </i><i>gone</i><i>? </i>
Paul never considered that Yunice might be the variable that would dismantle his n.
Suddenly, he sprang to his feet and barked at the driver, “Get me the lockdown roster for Saunders Hospital. Now!”
Meanwhile, Yunice was on the radio with Wyatt.
“I’ve <i>got </i>good news,” she said, nearly breathless. “Elsie’s condition has stabilized. Theb’s close to developing the antigen. This battle won’tst much longer.”
Her heart was pounding with excitement as she paced in circles. Still, her voice remained stern. “Don’t getcent. <i>Especially </i>you. Stop treating the virus like it’s a game–stay away from the istion zone from now on!”
“Worried about me?” Wyatt sounded amused.
Just hearing his tone, Yunice could picture himzily reclining in his chair, long legs swinging casually under his desk.
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<b>“</b><b>Yes</b><b>,</b><b>” </b>she <b>said</b>, serious. “You’re reckless and impossible <b>to </b>trust.
There was silence on the other end. Then Wyatt spoke again<b>, </b>voice low arid frustrated I want to tear that damn hospital down and move you all into myb.”
At least <i>there</i><i>, </i>he thought, <i>everything </i><i>would </i><i>be </i><i>under </i><i>his </i><i>control</i><i>. </i>
Whenever he wanted <i>to </i><i>see </i><i>Yunice</i><i>, </i><i>he </i><i>could</i>.
Yuniceughed. “You can’t. I grew up there.”
Every corner, every room–her father had left his mark in the very bricks. It was her home.
Wyatt’s tone changed. He asked quietly, “Is it because you and Paul were both born in that hospital?”
Yunice blinked. The question came out of nowhere.
Paul <i>was </i>born at Saunders Hospital.
Margaret had experienced a difficultbor. Every other hospital had told her to choose between mother or child.
Only Will had stepped up and said, “I can save them both.”
Margaret had taken a chance–and Paul had been born there.
That single event had brought the Saunders and Powell families closer. Under Margaret’s efforts, there had even been a proposed arrangement…
But why would Wyatt bring that up?
Before she could ask, there was a pounding on her door.
“Yunice! Are you in there?” Tommy’s voice was urgent.
“I’m here!” she answered immediately.
“It’s Owen. Something’s wrong–you have toe now!”
Yunice froze. She’d braced herself for this moment–but hearing it out loud still made her nearly drop the radio.
She fumbled into her protective gear, saying quickly to Wyatt, “Emergency–I’ll ct back!”
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Setting the radio aside, she burst out of the room.
Tommy met her outside and held up a hand. “Don’t panic–check your suit first
Face pale, Yunice hurriedly confirmed everything was scaled tight, then followed <b>Tommy </b>toward Owen’s ward.
At the door, she saw him.
Owen was thrashing violently on the bed. Several staff in full protective <b>gear </b>were <b>trying </b><b>to </b>hold him down, while a doctor prepared a sedative injection.
Yunice rushed in. Owen’s neck and forehead bulged with veins from the strain, <b>his </b><b>eyes </b>bloodshot–and then suddenly, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Internal hemorrhaging–ruptured blood vessels in the digestive tract. A knownplication of the virus.
Everyone around him flinched. Blood sttered across suits, visors, gloves.
Tommy grabbed Yunice and pulled her back. At this point, there was nothing she could do. Owen copsed onto the bed, strength drained. He could barely struggle anymore.
The medical team secured his wrists and administered the sedative. Surgery would follow- to stop the bleeding.
Head tilted, eyes red, Owen looked weakly in Yunice’s direction. His blood–flecked lips moved, barely whispering. “<i>…</i>Yunice…”