Chapter 282: Yunice Orchestrated It

If Wyatt had been sitting in that position for too long, he would have definitely been burned by the heat generated from the crash. Yunice climbed over to the driver’s side and leaned over to unbuckle his seatbelt. Wyatt was fine; the shock from the crash had made him dizzy for a while.

At that moment, he opened his eyes and felt someone pressing on him. A soft chest brushed against his abdomen. Yunice had unbuckled his seatbelt and was about to lift him when their eyes met. Wyatt looked at the blood on her forehead, and anger flashed in his eyes. Yunice quickly looked away, feeling guilty.

She thought Wyatt was okay, so she moved off him. A short while later, Wyatt got out of the car with a cold face. The sun was beginning to rise, and Yunice stood at the cliff’s edge, looking at him in a way that seemed like she was being punished.

Wyatt wasn’t completely unscathed. There were bloodstains near his temple, possibly from broken glass or other debris. Yunice observed the speed and color of the blood flow, judging the severity of his injury. Wyatt immediately dialed Jordan’s number and told him to arrange for medical personnel to come up the mountain.

Seeing the cold look in his eyes, Yunice realized that Wyatt had been extremely worried about Morgan and had been afraid something had happened to him. Although she didn’t know why Wyatt cared so much about Morgan, she immediately reminded him, “Go check on Mr. Morgan. He’s in very bad shape!”

However, Wyatt didn’t look at Morgan. Instead, he headed straight for Yunice. Yunice’s heart skipped a beat. “It really has nothing to do with me. I didn’t know he…” Before she could finish, Wyatt grabbed her arm. Yunice snapped back to reality and realized that the ground where she stood had been loosened by the car tires, and rocks were now tumbling down the cliff. Her legs weakened, and she quickly ran to Wyatt’s side.

Wyatt still held her arm, and there was fury in his voice as he spoke, “What is your goal? Can’t you stay at Pavilion Hall quietly? If you need a job, I’ll give it to you. If you want to practice medicine, I’ll let you. You’re not lacking anything in life. Why are you at the racetrack?”

Wyatt pulled her arm, forcing her to look at the cliff below. Rocks tumbled down and broke apart. If a person fell, it would be disastrous. “If you’re tired of living, you can jump now and save me the trouble!” he snapped.

Wyatt looked at the blood on her forehead, remembering that she had just survived a life-threatening moment. His tone softened, but he was still angry. “Talk!” Yunice didn’t dare meet his gaze. “I… I’m sorry.”

Wyatt furrowed his brows as he clearly expected something else. But then, he looked at her trembling hand hidden behind her back and remembered the moment when she had instinctively tried to grab him… Wyatt swallowed his anger and said, “It’s Morgan’s fault, not yours.”

Yunice looked at Wyatt in surprise. She quickly replied, “Now isn’t the time to place blame. Let’s go check on him. He’s seriously hurt!” Yunice didn’t care what Wyatt thought. She pretended to be concerned about Morgan, limping as she turned to run back. Wyatt stood behind her, his gaze heavy as he watched her.

Yunice knew that showing up at the racetrack would make Wyatt suspect her, but she was confident he had no proof. In this car crash, it could only be said that she was lucky not to get hurt. Who would believe that she orchestrated it all? After all, it had been a life-and-death situation.

When Wyatt caught up, Yunice was struggling to bandage Morgan’s arm. He had multiple bleeding points, a fractured left arm, leg injuries, a broken rib, and suspected internal bleeding. Yunice was trying to stop the bleeding. Soon, Wyatt noticed that the cloth strips Yunice was using came from her own coat. He gave Morgan a cold look, momentarily wishing he had just died. Keeping someone like him alive was a disaster.

Just then, the car Jordan had arranged arrived. Wyatt stepped forward and buttoned Yunice’s coat. Jordan got out of the car and saw two heavily damaged cars about 600 feet apart. He sighed in relief when he saw Wyatt and Yunice standing unharmed. What a stroke of luck. Especially Yunice. Jordan’s suspicious gaze swept over Yunice. She seemed unscathed. Two car accidents, and she is still fine?

Having worked with Wyatt for so long, Jordan’s first instinct was always to think of conspiracy theories. But after thinking for a long time, he couldn’t figure out how Yunice had avoided injuries in the crash.