Chapter 351 Where the Bullet Lands

Once Yunice’s blood pressure stabilized, Joe immediately began suturing the wound.

After a flurry of work, the nurses and assisting doctors counted the tools and left the operating room one by one.

Only Joe remained behind to continue monitoring her condition.

He removed his gloves, then glanced at Wyatt, who had been standing with his back to him the whole time.

“Wyatt, Madam really went through hell this time. The abdominal cavity is so small—if the angle had been off just a bit, it could’ve been fatal…” Joe knew Wyatt hated hearing this kind of thing, but he couldn’t help himself. “No matter how upset you were, you can’t lay a hand on her. She’s just this big, so fragile. Didn’t it hurt you to hit her? … You don’t even know. A few hours ago, she called me—asked me how she could help you calm down.”

Wyatt turned his head. “She asked about me?”

Joe caught a good look at Wyatt’s face and froze for a moment.

His eyes were rimmed red, but there wasn’t any visible affection in them. Still, Joe could sense the emotion buried deep behind his gaze.

Joe gave a soft nod. “More than once.”

Wyatt said, “Just another tactic to please me.”

Joe couldn’t deny that. He didn’t know how Yunice really felt about Wyatt.

But he did know Wyatt. “Wyatt, last time Madam took a bullet for you, you were so torn up over not being able to protect her because of your leg that you agreed to treatment. That meant something—you cared about her. So why can’t you take one more step forward?”

“With how unstable your emotions are—after what happened this time—do you think she’ll still dare to come near you?”

Wyatt frowned and looked at Yunice’s pale face, his expression conflicted.

Everyone assumed he had hit her. But that wasn’t what happened.

He was just angry that Yunice didn’t like him. That’s what got to him.

He never expected her to have such a fierce temper—that she’d actually dare to fight back.

She never acted like that with Paul.

That thought made Wyatt sneer coldly. Only the favored get to be so bold. And what, he expected to get treated the same as Paul?

Yunice’s injury had only been a grazing wound—she wasn’t in danger—so Joe didn’t stay in the OR.

Outside, Joe and Jordan exchanged a look. Both had thoughts, but neither said a word.

When Yunice woke up, she had already been moved to a regular hospital room.

The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was the broad back of someone standing beside her bed.

The figure was tall, impossible to ignore.

In a hoarse voice, Yunice said, “Wyatt.”

Wyatt turned around but didn’t approach. He stood over a meter away from her.

Yunice looked up. “You’re not crazy anymore?”

Wyatt couldn’t meet her eyes. He turned his gaze aside, then stepped forward and placed her gun on her pillow.

The muzzle faced himself.

Yunice propped herself up, and the movement tugged at her wound—she winced from the sharp pain. Wyatt looked at her nervously.

She leaned back against the pillow, sitting up, then picked up the gun.

“This was a wedding gift from a friend,” she said. “He told me, if I ever found myself completely powerless, I could use it to try and fight back.”

Wyatt didn’t care who the friend was who gave it to her. What pissed him off was. “So your tactic against me was to shoot yourself?”

His voice trembled with anger, but he couldn’t lay a finger on her.

He’d had a violent temper since he was young. He usually tried to keep it under control, ignored people when he could, treated their words like trash.

But sometimes, he just couldn’t hold back. The more he cared about someone, the stronger his reactions got.

He had cherished Yunice so much—and she had turned a gun on herself in front of him. The fact that he hadn’t kicked something in fury was already him holding back.

He was afraid of losing control, so he trashed the room instead. But even then, he couldn’t stop himself from yelling at her. Why the hell is it not allowed when it comes to me!

Maybe Yunice had been startled. That’s why she pulled the trigger.

If he hadn’t been fast enough, she wouldn’t just be lying in bed now—it would’ve been much worse.

If he’d been the one shot, he could’ve turned it all back on her. He could’ve said whatever he wanted. Hell, he could’ve stuffed her in a sack and shipped her off abroad if he wanted.

But she’d pointed the gun at herself.

No matter how angry Wyatt was, it all ended up getting choked back like a misfired shell.

Yunice looked at him, her voice soft and warm. “I told you—I didn’t want to hurt you.”