Chapter 347 No Rest for the Dead

Jackson clearly sensed Jensen’s shift in attitude. He tried to placate him. “Everything in the Powell family will be yours and Paul’s in the end. How many years do you think I have left? Wyatt’s just trying to mess with you.”

Jensen lowered his head. “Yes, Father.”

But beneath that lowered head, his eyes had clearly turned cold.

Wyatt entered the main hall and pulled Yunice away without a word.

All the relatives and guests in the room stood up, trying to say something to Wyatt, but he ignored them with a cold face.

After they left the Powell family estate, Wyatt stayed silent. Yunice could tell he was in a bad mood.

Who would be in a good mood on their mother’s death anniversary?

When Wyatt’s mother passed away, he was still a child—completely powerless against the Powell family.

Yunice remembered hearing Paul brag about it when they were kids, saying that when Wyatt’s mother died, the servants held Wyatt back so he couldn’t get close. She was wrapped in a straw mat and taken out of the estate; no one even knew where she ended up.

Over a decade had passed. Wyatt probably didn’t even have a place to mourn her.

What kind of son can’t even bury his own mother? How could he not feel guilty and suffocated?

A person needs something to hold onto in life. His mother was the most important person to him, and yet she hadn’t left him anything—not even a trace of memory.

Yunice said softly, “We can keep looking. Back then, someone must have handled it. If we threaten or bribe the right person, someone will eventually talk.”

Wyatt didn’t turn his head. His voice was both flat and urgent. “I asked. Not a single one of those old bastards told the truth. Who even knows if anything they said is real?”

Yunice gripped Wyatt’s sleeve tightly, following along while watching his face.

She understood what he meant. Wyatt’s mother probably hadn’t received a proper burial. That’s why no matter how much pressure he applied, those people wouldn’t talk.

Because if they did, they knew Wyatt’s rage would make their fate even worse.

So they all clammed up or tossed out some random location.

After so many years, how could anyone even identify the remains?

And so, the end result was that Wyatt lost his mother forever—without even a place to mourn her.

And now Jackson had the nerve to put on a fake mourning ceremony? Of course, Wyatt would lose it.

In the car, Wyatt’s tone was cold as he barked at Jordan, “Keep squeezing Powell Corp’s market. Don’t spare a single one of those old men or Jensen’s lackeys. If I’m miserable, then no one gets to feel good.”

Jordan froze for a second, then gave Yunice a worried glance.

Wyatt must have been truly enraged—he didn’t even bother hiding this kind of talk from Yunice.

Yunice minimized her presence and didn’t say a word.

After Jordan dropped them off at Pavilion Hall, he immediately went to move against the Powell family.

Wyatt locked himself in his room.

She didn’t know Wyatt well enough. She had no idea how to calm him down in a situation like this.

She was afraid of stepping on a landmine and dragging herself into it.

But doing nothing felt disloyal.

In the end, she called Joe. She chatted for a bit, then asked if he knew anything about Wyatt’s taboos related to his mother.

Joe didn’t know much, but after all those years of working together, he did know a bit.

“You don’t have to worry about it. It’s like this every year.”

“When this month rolls around, no one dares get close to Wyatt. Everyone keeps their distance. Just do the same. Once he adjusts, it’ll pass.”

After saying that, he suddenly realized—Yunice was now living with Wyatt. Sure, she could avoid him during the day, but what about at night?

Joe said, “There’s one thing of Wyatt’s mom’s that you absolutely must not touch.”

Yunice asked, “What is it?”

“A pink cashmere scarf. There’s a koi fish stitched at the end. Very recognizable.”

Yunice’s head snapped up.

Joe noticed the silence on her end and knew something was off. Alarmed, he asked, “What’s wrong?”

She couldn’t have touched it already, could she?

Yunice was living in Pavilion Hall. It was normal for her to clean up the place. If she had seen the scarf was old and tossed it….

Then she was dead meat.

Joe’s voice rose in panic. Yunice’s pupils gradually stilled. She answered calmly, “Nothing. I just remembered. I’ve seen that scarf before.”

Joe let out a sigh of relief. “Whatever you do, don’t touch it. Don’t even try to wash it. Honestly, it’s best if you don’t mess with anything in Pavilion Hall. It’s way too easy to set him off.”

Then he realized his words might come off as offensive, so he quickly added, “Wyatt’s carrying a lot emotionally. It’s only natural that you…”