Chapter 163: Red Flags and Redder Lies

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?”

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’s death made her feel like she was on cloud nine, not crying. Why would I feel sad? 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 fuming—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.

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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 Yunice’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 out behind her.

“Ms. Saunders.” There was a sneer in the voice.

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.

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 two brain cells to rub together.

Elianna’s face turned beet red.

Yunice rolled her eyes and got into the front passenger seat.

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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.