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The moment Paul realized Wyatt had already told the Saunders family about Yunice, his gut reaction was that Oscar and Owen were here for revenge.
But his aggressive tone immediately rubbed Owen the wrong way. “You’ve wronged both of my sisters, and I haven’t even held you ountable yet. You got the nerve to act like a victim?”
Paul froze for a second, then suddenly shouted toward the hallway behind them. “Someone! Get in here!”
He even reached for the call button with his bandaged hand, mming it as hard as he could.
Oscar and Owen nced back reflexively, tension on their faces–but nothing happened.
No one came.
Owen rolled his eyes. “What are you screaming for? Lost your mind?”
Oscar, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes and studied Paul. “What’s with the panic? Guilty of something?”
“Did Wyatt do this to you?”
In all of Silverburgh, Wyatt was probably the only person who could–and would–put Paul in a hospital this way.
And considering why Wyatt had sent them here, Oscar was beginning to see his intention.
Owen, more straightforward, blurted, “Wyatt called us and said to ask you about Yunice. What the h happened between you two?”
Oscar shot Owen a look, annoyed by his bluntness.
Did he really think Paul would just blurt out something that could incriminate him?
As expected, Paul sneered, “What <i>could </i>have happened? We were engaged once, that’s all.”
Oscar cut in before Owen could speak again. “Then why did Wyatt beat you like this?”
Paul’s face twitched. After a pause, he grinned smugly. “Because he’s jealous. His wife gave it up to the guy he hates the most. Who could swallow that?<b>” </b>
Owen’s face flushed red. He shot to his feet in shame and rage, storming toward the door.
Oscar followed quickly and grabbed his arm. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m leaving!” Owen snapped, humiliated. “Can’t you see what Wyatt’s doing? He’s <b>disgusted </b>that he married Yunice, so now he’s using us to make her look worse–trying to humiliate us along with <b>her</b><b>!</b><b>” </b>
Oscar’s voice turned sharp. “Humiliate who? No one’s humiliating you. If you feel humiliated, it’s <b>because </b>you’re guilty!”
“Guilty of what?<b>” </b>
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Oscar’s eyes narrowed. “Yunice’s not the only one Paul slept with. Your precious other sister did too. <b>Isn’t </b>that more of a disgrace?”
Owen went silent.
After a long pause, he finally grumbled, “I wasn’t talking about Yunice. I meant Wyatt’s using Mom’s sentence to corner us–turn us into weapons to get back at Paul.”
Oscar let out a cold snort. “You think too highly of yourself. And you clearly underestimate Wyatt.”
If all Wyatt wanted was revenge, there were better ways. Petty humiliation wasn’t his style.
Oscar was more convinced than ever that there was something buried in the past–something important. He gave Owen a long look and said, “You can’t leave. You want to save Mom, right?”
Wyatt had specifically told <i>Owen </i>to ask Paul. If he walked out now, Lily was going to jail for sure.
Oscar let him go and stood back, letting Owen decide for himself.
Owen gritted his teeth, then turned back into the room<b>, </b>dreading what came next.
He stared at Paul. “What exactly did you do to Yunice? If you don’t give us an answer that satisfies Wyatt, we’re not leaving.”
Paulughed nastily. “So now you’re clinging to Wyatt’s coattails? Is that how you survive now? Always pawning off your sisters to build your safety?”
First Elsie with the Powell family, now Yunice with Wyatt.
Owen’s face flushed again, but as he started to stand, Oscar pushed him back down, his voi you do realize no one’sing to help you. We can do whatever we want to you right now.
Id. “Paul,
“You can keep spouting lies. But we’ll do anything to protect our family–and Wyatt’s backing us up.” Oscar slowly pulled a surgical scalpel from his pocket, twirling it between his fingers like it was nothing.
Paul’s eyes locked on the de, visibly unnerved.
He couldn’t bring himself to admit that all these years, he’d been lying about Yunice.
They were her brothers. If they found out the truth, they might really kill him.
Owen noticed Paul’s bravado shrinking. His heart began to race. Could there really be more to this than they thought?
He suddenly found himself hoping–<i>please</i><i>, </i>no<i>, </i><i>don’t </i><i>let </i><i>it </i><i>be </i><i>what </i><i>I </i>think it <i>is</i><i>. </i>
Sensing the fear, Oscar stepped closer, raising the de to eye level, close enough that Paul could <b>see </b><b>his </b>reflection in the polished metal
Paul, born into privilege, was exactly the kind of man who couldn’t bear to lose <b>face</b><b>. </b>And <b>he </b><b>certainly </b>wasn’t about to risk his life..
In a final act of desperation<b>, </b><b>he </b>snapped, “I never touched Yunice!”
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