Chapter 162 No Room to Breathe
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Back when Paul was still into her, he used to complain about Yunice all the time–how she was too controlling, how annoying it was. He’d said the more Yunice tried to rein him in, the more he wanted to rebel–just to see who could out–stubborn who.
He used to say men should be free, that women should just stay home and stop nagging so much. All that yapping only made things worse.
Back then, Elsie had gone along with everything he said. She’d told him women were short–sighted anyway, that a smart woman would let her man go out and make something of himself. If she were Yunice, she’d give Paul all the space he needed: whatever he did, she’d support him.
And now he is calling me the same? But Elsie recovered quickly. She wasn’t about to end up like Yunice–pushed aside and abandoned.
Her eyes turned red. She stayed put, her voice small and choked. “Paul, I’m sorry it was all my fault. I won’t bother you again like this..
Paul’s brow twitched slightly. He already felt guilty, and now Elsie was acting all submissive and understanding. He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pity.
“Alright. I’ve had a rough day; maybe I was too harsh. But you better learn from this.” He reached out his hand, and Elsie obediently placed hers in his palm.
Paul said, “I’m not going to abandon you, so stop overthinking everything. It’s not good for either of us, okay?”
Elsie lowered her eyes and nodded. Her tears slid down silently.
Paul wiped her face for her, then winced. “My back’s killing me. Can you help me with the ointment?”
Of course, Elsie was more than willing-
Paul took off his shirt and lay face–down on the bed. The sight of his injuries made her heart ache–but she knew Paul cared about saving face.
She’d learned her lesson, and this time she didn’t dare ask what had happened.
Surprisingly, as she applied the medicine, Paul didn’t complain about the pain.
He seemed lost in thought. After a while, he muttered, “Elsie, Moss died.”
Elsie froze. Paul turned his head to look at her, “You didn’t notice the pet room was empty when you got here?”
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Chapter 163 Red Flags and Redder Lies
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It was strange that Elsie, who always acted like she loved Moss, hadn’t even noticed he was gone.
“I saw it.” Elsie scrambled to explain. “I just didn’t bring it up because I was afraid it’d upset you.”
Paul’s eyes were red as he looked at her. “Moss is dead. Does that make you sad?”
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That huge parrot–with its sharp claws and habit of flinging itself at people, yanking out hair–was something she’d only ever tolerated to seem sweet in front of Paul.
If it weren’t for appearances, she wouldn’t have forced herself to stomach the fear and disgust of interacting with Moss.
And Moss was raised by Paul and Yunice, Moss‘ death made her feel like she was on cloud nine, not crying. Why would I feel
sed?
She pinched her thigh hard, forcing out a few tears. “Of course I’m sad……….”
Paul’s frown deepened. His face clouded over again, and he laid down in silence, sulking,
Elsie had only played with Moss a few times and still acted heartbroken; yet Yunice, who’d raised Moss single–handedly, let him die without a fight. His body had been dumped like trash in the storage room and tossed out for disposal–she didn’t even stop to take a last look.
Paul’s fists slowly curled into tight balls, his knuckles creaking with the strain. Yunice had the nerve to play the victim, like I am the one who’d failed her, when really–she is the coldest, most heartless one of them all! One day, everyone would see her true colors
Outside the gates of the Powell mansion, Wyatt’s Vertex was parked on the roadside.
Jordan stood next to the car with Yunice.
“Ms. Saunders,” he said, “you’re really not going to stay in Pavilion Hall? If you turn it down this time, there won’t be another chance.”
Wyatt wasn’t the type to offer twice.
Yunice smiled politely. I’m used to living on my own. Please thank Mr. Cooper for his kindness.”
Jordan hesitated. “Ms. Saunders, can’t you tell that Wyatt’s pissed?”
And she wanted to thank him while he was furning–that was just asking to poke the bear.
Yunice smiled again. “He’s got a temper. Maybe he could use more lemongrass tea in the mornings.”
Faced with Yunice’s polite, neutral smile, Jordan finally realized–she wasn’t clueless; she was pretending not to understand She knew exactly what she was doing. Since he couldn’t sway her, Jordan had no choice but to climb into the car himself.
He was still figuring out how to break the news when he spotted Wyatt in the backseat, his posture screaming do not approach. Wyatt said coldly, “Drive”
Great. Holding a grudge again.
The Vertex roared off in a blast of wind, its exhaust practically venting Wyatt’s displeasure in Yuuice’s direction.
Yunice didn’t take Wyatt’s temper to heart. She had no intention of staying in Pavilion Hall. There was too much she still needed to do; she wasn’t ready to get tangled up in his complicated world.
Not long after, Gill’s Volkswagen pulled up in front of her. Yunice walked over, just about to open the back door when a voice
called our behind her.
“Ms. Saunders.” “There was a sneer in the voice
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Yunice subtly shielded the car door with her body and closed it behind her before turning around
Standing in front of her was Elianna. Yunice didn’t need to hear another word to guess what this was about.
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She spoke first. “My engagement was arranged by Jackson. I had no say in the matter. If you’re unhappy, Ms. Elianna, feel free to take it up with Mr. Jackson. Honestly, I hope you succeed.”
“Cut the act.” Elianna sneered, eyes low and scornful. “I’ve never once considered you a threat. You can pretend to be some innocent virgin all you want–he’s never going to like you.”
As she spoke, she tossed a package at Yunice. Yunice caught it and opened it–inside was the blood–stained pajama pants she had discarded in Pavilion Hall
She looked at Elianna and pondered. Seriously? Are you mentally okay?
Elianna’s lip curled. “You humiliated Paul at the table, then staged that whole blood–on–the–sheets thing to trick Wyatt into thinking you’re still pure. But I know you’ve been defiled for a long time.”
Yunice took a deep breath. Some people were just born brainless, and they seemed to be getting worse
She let out a sharp laugh and fired back. “Ms. Elianna, do you not get periods?”
Elianna froze.
Yunice held up the pants and kept going. “Actually, I’m a man. My periods are fake. This blood? Totally made up. Happy
now!
Her expression said loud and clear. You really don’t have to brain cells to rub together
Elianna’s face turned beet red.
Yunice rolled her eyes and got into the front passenger seat.
Gill started the car, leaving Elianna awkward and alone by the roadside.
Yunice glanced toward the backseat and finally allowed a rare look of relief to cross her face.
Gill kept his hands on the wheel. “Ms. Saunders, Ms. Taylor called. She said she’s out of medication and wants two full rounds for the next treatment–one to pick up, and one that she wants you to deliver personally to her house.”
Yunice raised an eyebrow. She understood Taylor’s message loud and clear,
The next morning, someone showed up at Virtue Hall to pick up the medicine.
