Chapter 656 Farewell to the Past
Wyatt continued, “Every time my mom said she couldn’t go on, I begged her. I told her <b>if </b><b>she </b><b>died</b><b>, </b><b>I’d </b><b>die </b>with <b>her</b><b>. </b>I had nothing left to live for in this world anyway.”
His voice lowered. “She felt bad for me, so she’d change her mind. That’s how we made <b>it </b>another <b>two </b>years. But I guess, eventually, she really couldn’t take it anymore.”
“She lied to me, said she was craving meat, and asked me to find some for her.”
<b>“</b>I left the house and…”
Wyatt fell silent. Even though he didn’t finish the sentence, Yunice already knew how that story ended.
It took him a moment topose himself. When he looked up again, he finally noticed Yunice’s cool, distant eyes had gone red. Tears shimmered at the corners.
Wyatt drew in a sharp breath and gently brushed her eye with his thumb, visibly frustrated. “That was <b>a </b>long time ago. No one can mess with me now, and no one dares mess with you either. We should be done with the past. What are you crying for?”
Yunice lowered her gaze, hiding the emotions in her eyes.
Wyatt changed the subject. “Did you go back to the dorm today?”
What he really wanted to ask was whether she had seen the recorder.
Yunice deflected. “The pot’s boiling.”
Wyatt immediately sprang into action, using oven mitts to lift the lid off the steamer and retrieve the hot ceramic bowl inside.
A strong aroma of ginger tea filled the room instantly.
For a second, Wyatt’s expression went distant, like the smell had pulled him into a wave of memories.
It was the first time he’d made this since his mother died.
He used a small fan to cool the ginger tea. “Eat while it’s hot, then get some rest. A good sweat will fix you right up.”
Yunice followed his instructions, then rinsed her mouth and returned to bed.
Wyatt sat at her bedside, watching over her.
After a while, Yunice opened her eyes. “I can’t sleep with you staring at me.”
Being watched made it impossible to rx.
Wyatt took out his phone. “Then I’ll look at my phone, not you. Go to sleep.”
Yunice closed her eyes again.
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<b>She </b><b>had </b>only nned to pretend <b>to </b><b>sleep </b>for a bit. She wasn’t on her period, and <b>she </b>didn’t feel <b>that </b>ufortable. (2
But <b>after </b>drinking the warm ginger tea and with the room so quiet, she actually dozed off.
Wyatt stayed at her side. Once he confirmed she was really asleep, he finally allowed himself <b>to </b>look at <b>her </b>freely.
Yunice’s eyshes were beautiful.
With her eyes closed, she looked peaceful and sweet.
Wyatt had the urge to reach out and touch hershes. But just as his fingers hovered near<b>, </b>he <b>hesitated- </b>he didn’t want to wake her up and risk her cranky morning mood.
He reluctantly pulled his hand back.
Jordan’s call came in just then, but Wyatt hung up before it could even ring once.
He checked that Yunice hadn’t stirred, then switched his phone to silent.
He messaged Jordan on WhatsApp instead.
“Wyatt, the Saunders family is on the move again.
One of our guys just got word–Owen took a sample to the hospital for apatibility test. We don’t know whose sample it was yet.”
Owen had developed liver cancer due toplications from a viral infection.
A transnt could save his life.
When the hospital issued a critical illness notice, Owen had ignored it. Wyatt thought he had given up on treatment–but it turned out he was secretly getting tested.
In liver transnts, family members are usually the first choice for donors. If no one in the family matches, the patient has to go on a donor list, which is often like looking for a needle in a haystack. Many people die waiting.
If Owen was testing forpatibility, he must’ve used a family member’s sample.
His living rtives included Oscar, Yunice, and Lily.
Jordan added, “Even if Owen’s an idiot, he probably wouldn’t dare use the madam’s sample. He should know–even if she’s a match, there’s no way he’d get past you.”
“But the worry is…” Jordan hesitated, “what if the madam volunteers? Wyatt, even you couldn’t stop her, right?”
Wyatt’s eyes turned cold and dark. “If he dares ask, I’ll rip out his heart, liver, spleen, and lungs.
Jordan sighed. “But what if the madam insists? That’s still her brother. How could she not feel torn?
Wyatt, if you try to stop her–even if it’s out of love–she might resent you.”
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<b>It </b><b>was </b><b>her </b><b>brother’s </b><b>life</b><b>. </b>No matter how strained their rtionship was, he <b>was </b><b>still </b><b>one </b><b>of </b>her <b>few </b>blood. <b>rtives </b>left.
People wereplicated like that. Even deep grudges could vanish in the face of life and <b>death- </b>especially for emotional women.
Wyatt didn’t respond.
Because Jordan had voiced the exact thing he feared most.
He texted Jordan back: “Cut off Yunice’s informants. Don’t let her find out Owen’s doing <b>a </bpatibility
test.”
As long as Yunice didn’t know, he could handle the problem before Owen ever got the chance <b>to </b><b>ask</b>.
In Wyatt’s mind, the worst–case scenario was that Owen turned out to be a match with Yunice.
If that happened, Owen was a dead man walking.
Yunice’s body was already so delicate, Wyatt wouldn’t even let her have children.
And Owen wanted her liver?
He must have a death wish.