Chapter 227: I Went for You
“Mom must’ve been heartbroken. Take her back to the hospital room, quick!”
A flustered crowd rushed out of the morgue, everyone quietly letting out a breath of relief. It felt like only by escaping that place could they breathe on their own again. Yunice had been asleep in the VIP ward for three days. She still hadn’t woken up. Wyatt stood by her bed, talking to someone. In Jordan’s hand was an evidence bag; inside, a flattened cigarette butt.
“We pulled DNA off the cigarette,” he said. “No match in the database.”
Which meant that person didn’t officially exist. Either their records had been erased, or they had a special identity that was being protected.
Wyatt let out a dry laugh. “Of course the bastard was hard to kill. Always getting tangled up with people.” If Jackson dared to use this person, then he must’ve been sure Wyatt wouldn’t be able to trace it.
With the trail cut off, Wyatt tapped a cigarette from the pack. As he brought it to his lips, something made him pause. He looked again at the evidence bag. The cigarette butt was the same brand as the one in his hand. But his smokes were custom-made, nearly impossible to come across by accident.
Jordan said, “We’re checking with the tobacco supplier. Nothing yet.” Then he shifted his gaze to a spot behind Wyatt. “Wyatt.” He gave a small nod, signaling Wyatt to look behind him. By the time Wyatt turned, Jordan had already walked off.
Yunice felt heavy all over—swollen from fluid buildup. As the anesthesia wore off, pain surged in along with her returning awareness. She slowly opened her eyes, expecting it to be like all the other times: fainting alone, waiting out the night alone, waking up alone. So when she saw the white ceiling, her heart stayed still—until a face slid into view. His sharp…
Chapter 227 | Went for You!
Wyatt leaned over, eyes locked on hers. “I was thinking, if you didn’t wake up soon, I was going to kiss you.”
Yunice sank deeper into the pillow, both hands clutching a bit of the blanket over her chest. His eyes were bright, the corners curved with amusement, like stars were trapped inside them.
Yunice asked, “Am I really that kissable?”
Wyatt froze. Her voice was still rough, barely louder than a whisper, but clear enough to be understood. When he didn’t respond, she thought he hadn’t heard, so she asked again, “Is kissing me that good?”
He always seemed weirdly obsessed with kissing. Every time he got one, he looked ridiculously pleased.
Wyatt straightened up, moving out of her line of sight. She turned her head, trying to follow, but winced and froze. She couldn’t move.
Wyatt said, “Have you ever respected a car crash before?” The fact she doesn’t die is already pure luck. Does she think she’ll walk away without a scratch?
He brought a straw to her lips. Yunice took it gently, slowly drawing a sip and holding the water in her mouth. “Joe said you shouldn’t move for at least a week,” Wyatt said. That was already the best-case scenario. He glanced at her again, then added, “Owen made it out. His whole family’s been discharged.”
They’d left in such a hurry, they seemed to forget the corpse in the morgue. No one even asked about the funeral. Wyatt didn’t bring that up. Yunice had long given up on that family. She was used to being abandoned. She just followed Wyatt’s movements with her eyes, like it was something new. Even without looking at her directly, he could feel the way she was staring.
He sounded annoyed. “Want me to drag Owen here right now, just to prove I’m not lying?”
Chapter 227: I Went for You
Wyatt frowned. “Didn’t you go to Rainier Arc Street because you were worried about him?”
Yunice was dumbfounded.
His grip on the cup tightened. He said, low and cold, “You ignored my warning and went there anyway. Wasn’t that to find Owen?” Then he let out a scoff. “You worry about him. He leaves you in the street.”
Yunice strained her neck, trying to lift her head. “Who said I went for him? I went for you.” Her voice was quiet, but it landed with the weight of a needle dropped in a silent room.
Wyatt turned his head, caught off guard. Yunice looked away, speaking quietly. “You called to get me out of Rainier Arc Street. Wasn’t that because you didn’t want me caught up in your mess?”
In a situation like that, survival was already hard. He could’ve called someone else—someone useful—but he’d thought of her. He called her and told her to get to safety. She had always seen herself as a side character. No one had ever taken her that seriously. That was why she went back, because of him. She wanted to clear a path for Wyatt.