Chapter 238: Hidden Truths and Empty Graves
Yunice was still having tea with Carl. Freya stood nearby, seamlessly refilling their cups while chiming in now and then, helping smooth out the wedding-day logistics Carl was handling. But Yunice noticed Freya kept glancing at her.
Curious, she finally asked, “Freya, is something wrong? You keep looking at me.”
Freya put the teapot down and replied with interest, “Your dress. I’ve been trying to figure out which brand it is, but I can’t.”
Yunice checked the seams and realized—there was no logo at all. “Wyatt gave it to me. Maybe it’s custom-made…” She trailed off, realizing something didn’t add up. Custom clothing required measurements—and no one had ever taken hers. Even the tailor Luke brought to the Saunders home hadn’t collected any actual numbers. So how did this dress fit her so perfectly?
Freya frowned. “That’s odd. Even with custom work, designers usually leave a mark inside the cuff. It’s a status symbol. Nothing on this? That’s strange.”
Yunice shrugged it off. “Maybe Wyatt doesn’t care about that stuff. Maybe he just grabbed it off a rack somewhere.” So maybe the tag just wasn’t legit.
As they chatted, someone knocked on the door. Freya gave Yunice a knowing look and smiled. “I bet that’s Mr. Wyatt. Couldn’t wait to come collect you.”
Yunice was a beat too slow to catch the teasing tone in Freya’s voice. She lowered her gaze, absentmindedly tracing circles on her teacup. She had no idea Carl had been watching her closely the entire time. Carl thought to himself Yunice probably felt some goodwill toward Wyatt, but not much more than that.
Freya opened the door—and froze. It wasn’t Wyatt. It was Paul.
Chapter 238: Hidden Truths and Empty Graves
Yunice looked at Carl, who subtly gestured for her to hide behind the screen. With the wedding so close, it was better to stay hidden—just in case someone decided to cause trouble.
Outside, Paul said, “Ms. Freya, I need to speak with Mr. Carl.”
“Do you have an appointment?” she asked pointedly.
Carl’s voice rang out from inside. “Let him in.”
Paul gave Freya a brief glance before stepping in. “Mr. Carl.”
Carl nodded. “Sit.”
Paul did so, then glanced meaningfully at Freya. Carl signaled to her. She left the room.
Paul leaned in. “I’m not here on business—this is personal.” His brows were furrowed. He was clearly serious. “There’s something off about Yunice’s death.”
“She’s gone,” Carl replied. “You still can’t let it go?”
“I may have broken off the engagement,” Paul said, “but I never stopped caring about her. I will get justice for her.”
Carl raised his eyes. “Who do you suspect?”
“Wyatt,” Paul said firmly. “I’m not trying to slander him—Oscar and Owen both said the same.”
Carl didn’t respond, so Paul grew more impassioned. “Mr. Carl, my grandfather told me you turned him down several times. It’s pretty clear you’re planning to work with Wyatt. I didn’t come here to recruit you—I came to ask you to reconsider. Do you really want to side with the enemy, build your legacy over Yunice’s corpse?”
Carl’s eyes snapped up, cold enough to make Paul instinctively recoil. Without another word, Paul stood. “That’s all I came to say. I’ll take my leave.”
Once he left, Yunice stepped out from behind the screen, eyes cold as she stared in the direction Paul had gone. “They really are good at shifting blame.”
How would Paul explain this slander when she showed up alive at the wedding?
Oscar finally spotted Wyatt—walking just behind a girl in a princess dress. She had long, curled hair that hid her face when she looked down. She got into a car, and Wyatt followed her inside.
Chapter 238: Hidden Truths and Empty Graves
He slowly hit the brakes and came to a stop, just as Owen and Elsie ran up behind him. They pulled his car door open in a panic. “Oscar, don’t do this! You can’t win against Wyatt—don’t throw your life away!”
Oscar said nothing for a long time. Owen leaned in and saw—Oscar was crying.
“I don’t have a sister anymore…” Oscar said quietly.
Owen’s heart sank. The crushing guilt nearly brought him to his knees. Elsie grabbed his arm from behind, shaking her head frantically.