Chapter 250: The Night Before
Owen’s heart skipped a beat. If these records were exposed, both his and Elsie’s careers would be over.
Oscar gave a cold, disappointed nod. “So it’s all true.”
Elsie didn’t dare say a word. She couldn’t imagine who else—besides Yunice—would be targeting her like this. But Yunice was already dead.
Owen had no excuse and no explanation. He stayed silent, convinced Oscar wouldn’t actually do anything to him. They were all part of the Saunders family. If one went down, they all did.
Elsie quickly dropped to her knees. “Oscar, Owen, please don’t fight. It’s all my fault. I’ll take the punishment. I’ll kneel here to make up for what I did!”
Oscar ignored her completely. Holding the stack of files, he said coldly to Owen, “These documents are more than enough proof that you’re unfit to run the hospital. Starting today, you’re stepping down. I’m taking over.”
Owen froze. He looked at Oscar again, this time with suspicion. “So this is what all that drama was for? You come back after ten years, pick a fight right away—and it turns out, you’re just here to steal my position.”
He sneered. “Dad said it himself before he passed. The hospital’s mine. The old house goes to Yunice. And all the family’s liquid assets were given to you—for your research. We all agreed to that. Now you’ve burned through your research funds and want to take my livelihood?”
Oscar’s voice turned cold. “You don’t even have basic medical ethics. You’re not qualified to manage a hospital.”
Their voices escalated, the argument drawing Lily downstairs. She begged them to stop yelling. The hospital was Owen’s responsibility. Oscar had no right to interfere.
Oscar and Owen glared at each other. Neither would back down.
That’s when someone arrived at the door. Oscar calmly gathered the evidence and tucked it away. The visitor had come to deliver a wedding invitation.
Owen stared at the bright red envelope in shock. “Wyatt’s getting married? To who?”
The person replied smoothly, “Of course, to a daughter from a prestigious family.”
When they heard Wyatt was remarrying during Yunice’s mourning period—and had the audacity to send an invitation to the Saunders family—the entire room felt slapped in the face. They threw the man out in fury. The wedding was tomorrow. Tradition said the bride and groom shouldn’t see each other beforehand.
Yunice was to depart from the Crawford family estate, as arranged by Carl. She was spending the night there. Victor, as Carl’s godson, was also present and would assist with the ceremony the next day. Gill, acting as the maid of honor, shared the room with Yunice.
Late that night, Yunice’s phone rang—a video call from Wyatt. The background behind him looked like the inside of a car. He was clearly outside.
Yunice glanced at Gill, who was in the bathroom taking a shower, then turned back to Wyatt. “Still working?”
The groom usually had more to handle before the wedding, but not to the point where Wyatt had to do everything himself. Yunice studied the scenery through the car window behind him. Then she got out of bed, walked to the window, and drew back the curtain. From the third floor, she could clearly see a black Maybach parked under the streetlamp in front of the villa.
“You’re outside the Crawford house?”
Wyatt could see her silhouette in the window. “Just making sure you don’t run off.”
“I’m not going to run. Go home,” she said.
Wyatt didn’t reply. After a few seconds, he hung up. Yunice thought he’d listened and left, so she went back to bed early to rest. The ceremony tomorrow would be long and tiring. She needed the energy.
Drifting off to sleep, she vaguely heard the door creak. Gill must’ve stepped out.
Wyatt was standing beside her bed, watching her with interest. Not a sound. Just there. Like a ghost. It scared the life out of her.
She sat up, looked toward the door, then at the closed window, suspicious. “How did you get in?”
Carl wouldn’t have let him sneak in like this. The only possibility was that he climbed in through the window. But they were on the third floor.
Wyatt didn’t answer. He knelt on one knee, looked up at her, and said with amusement, “You’re actually able to sleep tonight?”
Why not? It was all just for show anyway.
Wyatt locked eyes with her, his voice low. “I won’t be able to sleep tonight.”
Yunice instinctively looked away. Wyatt scooped her into his arms. He was tall enough to lift her effortlessly, making her feel like she was floating. Dizzy, she shouted, “Put me down!”
Wyatt let go. Yunice yelped and wrapped her arms around his neck in panic.