Chapter 111
Yunice didn’t want to offend Wyatt—he was a solid source of support right now. Compared to him, Quinton lacked stability. She ignored Quinton, and a few days later, Joe called her just to chat. He mentioned that someone had been snooping around the hospital, asking questions about her. Joe told Yunice to be careful and asked if she wanted help from Wyatt. Yunice asked if he knew who the person was.
Joe replied, “I’ll catch one of them next time and find out.”
Yunice couldn’t help but laugh. People around Wyatt really were blunt and direct. After hanging up, Yunice felt a sense of warmth. It had been a long time since someone cared about her like that.
Just then, Gill rushed in from outside. “Ms. Saunders, Paul is here again!”
Paul walked into the store, leaning on a cane. The more he thought about it last night, the more something felt off—the smell of that medicinal patch was way too familiar. To his surprise, Yunice was actually there in the store.
“So it really is you!” Paul walked straight toward her. “Your family’s been looking for you nonstop, and you’ve been hiding here, running a pharmacy?”
Yunice froze for a moment when she saw him, then rolled her eyes in irritation and looked toward the divider. A voice came from behind it. “Sorry, your medicine might be effective, but you don’t have an ID. We can’t hire you.”
Yunice frowned. “But you used my formula yesterday.”
“Who’s to say it’s yours? What if you stole it? Keep pushing and I’ll call the cops. Let’s see who ends up in trouble.”
“You!” Yunice slammed her hand on the table but couldn’t find a comeback. Paul stood nearby, glancing between the divider and Yunice.
So it wasn’t just his imagination—the patch really was her formula. But the shop wasn’t hers. She was there job hunting and had her prescription used without permission.
Paul asked, “You’ve been gone all this time just to look for a job!”
Yunice snapped at him with frustration, “What else? You planning to support me if I don’t?”
Paul chuckled, like he had found her weak spot. “Wyatt doesn’t give you money?”
“I want to make my own living, is that a problem?”
“Forget it,” Paul said, throwing cold water on her. “You don’t even have an ID. No one’s going to hire you. Just come home with me.”
Yunice yanked her arm away from his reaching hand. Behind the divider, someone chimed in mockingly, “Yeah, go home with your family. Working out here isn’t easy. Don’t be a burden.”
Yunice slammed the table. “You stole my formula and now you’re saying I’m the problem?”
The voice responded, “So what do you want? To start a fight?”
At that moment, the sound of high heels echoed through the pharmacy. When the footsteps stopped, a voice followed. “Paul, what are you doing here?”
Behind the divider, Gill gasped and covered her mouth in shock. Talk about bad timing—Taylor had shown up too.
Taylor’s eyes scanned Paul and Yunice. She had noticed Paul staring at Yunice when she walked in. Seeing the look on both of their faces now, her suspicions only grew. She quickly walked forward and deliberately stood beside Paul, crossing her arms and giving Yunice a critical once-over.
Skinny, wearing baggy clothes, a scar on her face—nothing impressive. Taylor’s glare softened a bit. She probably decided Paul wouldn’t be interested in someone like this.
Paul came back to his senses and frowned. “Why are you here!” He suspected that she followed him.
Taylor replied, “I came to buy more of that patch. The two I took yesterday worked on my dad’s neck pain. I want to stock up.” Then she glanced at Yunice again and asked Paul, “So what are you doing here?”
Paul looked at Yunice, then said, “She’s a friend’s sister. I came to take her home.”
So someone had asked him to do it. Since Paul didn’t try to make excuses, Taylor believed him right away. Her hostility toward Yunice vanished. She reached out a hand and smiled. “Hi, I’m Taylor.”