Chapter 221 She Was Not a Burden
Chapter 221 She Was Not a Burden
Yunice threw herself over Wyatt the moment danger struck.
A gunshot rang out, the red laser beam brushing past them by inches!
The sniper in the distance had used an optical scope. There wasn’t even a laser warning.
Behind a white curtain, a man locked his sights on Wyatt and muttered coldly, “Say goodbye to this world.”
Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a girl’s face suddenly filled the scope. The man was taken aback.
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Yunice stood beside Wyatt, eyes burning as she tried to find the source of the shot through the heavy rain. She didn’t know which direction the bullet would come from, or that she had already stepped into the enemy’s line of fire.
Bang!
Another bullet sliced through the downpour, trailing compressed air in its wake!
Both Yunice and Wyatt instinctively shoved each other backward. After a moment of terror, they realized neither of them had been hit.
At the same time, the red laser dot vanished.
The Bluetooth earpiece on the ground buzzed violently. Inside, Jensen’s furious voice shouted, “Kingsley! You shot one of ours!”
High above, behind the curtain, the man watched as the opposing sniper across the street collapsed. Only then did he re–aim his smoking barrel toward the road.
His finger didn’t touch the trigger. He only watched through the scope, observing the scene below.
Jordan drove back and pulled the car in front of Wyatt and Yunice. The two of them leaned on each other as they climbed inside.
Once he saw Wyatt’s car leave safely, the man behind the curtain finally lowered his gun.
Kingsley Weston slung his McMillan sniper rifle over his shoulder, stepped on a cigarette butt, and walked out.
Outside, a car screeched to a halt in front of him.
“Kingsley, how’d you miss?”
Kingsley thought of Yunice barging into his scope. He said flatly, “If my little student gets hurt, who’s gonna bring me cigarettes?”
With that, Kingsley fell silent, his face darkening.
In Wyatt’s car, Yunice was covered in scrapes. Her dress was stained with red and pink patches.
Wyatt didn’t dare touch her. Now that the danger had passed, his anger kicked in. “I told you to wait on Riverston Street!”
Jordan tried to ease the tension. “Wyatt, Ms. Saunders was just worried about you…”
Wyatt snapped, “She caused more trouble!”
Jordan chuckled. “Ms. Saunders, Wyatt’s only angry because he cares. He sent you to Riverston Street because he didn’t want you dragged into this.”
Wyatt grabbed whatever was within reach and chucked it at Jordan–a clear warning to shut up.
But then there was a dull thud. Yunice collapsed onto the seat.
She had passed out.
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Chapter 221 She Was Not a Burden
Jordan rushed her to the hospital at top speed.
But because of the chaos on Rainier Arc Street, multiple traffic accidents had jammed the hospital full.
When Jordan asked, there was only one room left.
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“Move! Out of the way!” Owen burst in, cradling Elsie in his arms. He headed straight for the room. “My sister’s unconscious! Help her first!”
Suddenly, a black cane swung in front of him.
Owen froze. He looked up to see Wyatt’s cold, sharp eyes. He hesitated for a second, then said, “Mr. Cooper, ladies first. You don’t look that badly hurt. Please let my sister have this one.”
Wyatt stared at him with zero emotion, then stepped aside.
Only then did Owen see the bed behind him.
Yunice lay there, pale as paper. Even though she was covered with a blanket, the bloody hem of her dress hinted how bad her injuries really were.
Owen couldn’t bring himself to argue for the room anymore.
Medical staff arrived and pushed Yunice inside, with Wyatt close behind.
Owen looked down at Elsie in his arms, then chased after them. “Mr. Cooper, Elsie is Yunice’s sister. Can’t you let them share the room? If Yunice were awake, she’d agree!”
Wyatt said, “Get lost.”
Owen didn’t dare say another word.
Jordan shoved Owen and Elsie out together.
Owen’s face turned dark. He glanced back at Yunice’s hospital room one last time. Realizing he truly couldn’t get in, he finally gave up and went to wait in the ER line.
Yunice was lucky. She only had a mild concussion and multiple soft tissue injuries.
After her wounds were treated, she was wheeled into a regular room to rest.
Wyatt wanted to go with her, but Jordan stopped him. “Wyatt, your injury is worse.”
A jagged wound marked Wyatt’s shoulder. His black shirt had hidden the blood, but not the pain.
Annoyed, Wyatt grabbed a gauze soaked in disinfectant and pressed it to the wound. “Go guard Yunice’s room.”
Jordan winced just looking at it. “Gordon’s already there. Joe’s on his way too.”
Only then did Wyatt let the doctors stitch him up.
Jordan added from the side, “Wyatt, Ms. Saunders wasn’t a burden. Really.”
