Chapter 572 No Peace Tonight
Watching the light fade from Nora’s eyes, Amyra finally whispered, “Nora… Wyatt got <b>married </b><b>a </b><b>year </b><b>ago</b><b>. </b>
Bale frowned and nced at Amyra, but ultimately stayed silent.
No one else spoke up either.
That was the reality. They’d done what they could to help–to push Wyatt for an answer. And <b>Wyatt </b><b>had </b>made it clear, he was leaving the past behind.
Truth be told, none of them really cared who Wyatt ended up marrying. His choice was their <b>stance</b>, <b>too</b>. The only reason they even showed up today was to case their own conscience.
Before long, someone changed the subject and tried to lift the mood. “Nora, what did the doctor say? <b>How </b>long until you’re fully recovered?”
“Yeah, get better soon. You’ve got a second chance now. Maybe you’ll even go back to work…”
But they stopped mid–sentence, faces stiffening. Nora used to work at Huaxin. After her ident, the department had been dissolved.
The more they talked, the more awkward things became. The atmosphere turned so ufortable that each of them began making excuses to leave, mumbling about letting her rest as they quietly filed out.
In the end, only Maine remained.
Her eyes were red and swollen like walnuts. “They never meant to help you! What kind of friends are those?!”
Noray motionless in bed, her pale face so eerily simr to Yunice’s, dim and expressionless. “Don’t me them. They can’t change how Wyatt feels. After three years, they still came to see me–<i>that’s </i>already more than I could ask for.”
But Maine wasn’t angry about that. Her voice cracked with helpless fury. “You’re really okay with letting Yunice steal Wyatt from you?”
Nora spoke quietly. “Even if I’m not okay with it… what can I do? Beg Wyatt to look at me again?”
Maine looked down at the group chat, eyes burning. Yunice’s name in that list was a stab to the heart. “Who does she think she is?<b>” </b>
Then, more bitterly, she muttered, “I don’t even think it’s Wyatt who wants to keep his distance. <b>I </b><b>bet </b>it’s Yunice clinging <i>to </i>him, making him do it!”
“They’ve been married a year. Why didn’t she show up in the group before? Why now, rig when you wake up, just to rub it in your face?”
“Maine, she’s Wyatt’s wife. She’s done nothing wrong. Don’t speak about her <b>like </b>that, <b>Nora </b>said <b>firmly</b>.
“You…” Maine copsed into a chair. “Everyone else fights tooth and nail, and <b>you </b><b>just </b><b>give </b><b>everything </b><b>lip </b>
<b>You’re </b>too damn kind. That’s why you lost Wyatt in the first ce!”
Seeing Nora still so passive, Maine couldn’t take it anymore. “Do you even know? To please Yunice, <b>Wyatt </b>threw Morgan in jail to take the fall for her brother!”
Nora’s brow furrowed, shocked. “What are you talking about?”
Maine’s frustration poured out. “You have no idea how far Wyatt spoils Yunice. She’s been milking her resemnce to you, asking him for everything!”
“He helped her cheat on her SATs, bribed universities, fabricated awards in her hospital ward–anything <b>to </b>make her look like an aplished academic, just to scrub off that mental hospitalbel and make her shine!”
“But you, Nora… You spent more than ten years overseas, studying until your family hardly recognized you. Everything you earned–Yunice got in a single year.”
Nora’s fingers twitched, barely noticeable. She frowned. “Maine, I’m concerned about Morgan. Please don’t bring up anything unrted.”
Maine fell silent, then pulled up an article on her phone. “This was a week ago–<i>a </i>huge rape and murder case in Beijing. The suspect who got taken away in front of everyone was Yunice’s biological brother, Oscar.”
“But yesterday, Morgan was suddenly found high at a club. While barely coherent, someone led him into confessing that he killed Elsie. Now he’s behind bars. They say he’s facing the death penalty…”
“Madam Mary and Mr. Morgan were frantic. They went to Pavilion Hall to beg Wyatt for help, but he wasn’t home. And those two elders had to endure Yunice’s cold face–Madam Mary almost fainted from the stress.”
Nora’s eyes turned red, veins pulsing at her temples.
She tried to sit up, tried to get out of bed. But after three years of lying still, even simple movements drained her–there was no way she could stand.
Maine saw the tears streaming down her cheeks and the veins straining in her neck as she struggled. Heart aching, she rushed to prop her up. “Look at you like this, and Wyatt still doesn’t care! For all we know, those two bastards are cuddling in bed right now!”
“Maine!” Nora snapped.
Pavilion Hall.
There was no sleep <i>to </i>be had tonight.
Wyatt reached out to hold Yunice’s hand as she faced away from him..
Without even turning her head,/she jabbed him with her elbow.
He easily caught her arm and pulled her back into his arms. “What are you sulking about now<b>?!</b>”
Yunice didn’t even know what she was mad at. She just<b>… </b>couldn’t bring herself to feel at <b>ease</b><b>, </b><b>being </b>protected by Wyatt while Nora was still there–hovering, wounded, and watching.
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