Chapter 364 Truth Carved in Flesh

Oscar spoke into the phone. “Who are you?”

The voice on the other end froze.

Oscar expected her to hang up, so he quickly added, “I already have your full info. If you hang up, Wyatt will find you in minutes. You don’t want to die, do you?”

That name worked like a knife to the throat. The woman immediately caved, her voice trembling. “I didn’t do anything, I swear! I just heard Ms. Yunice was in the hospital and told Ms. Elsie. She told me to keep her updated and said she’d pay me…”

Oscar kept pushing. “Who are you?”

She didn’t dare cross Wyatt and spilled it all. “I’m one of the housemaids at Mr. Paul’s estate. My name is Peter.”

Oscar ended the call, tossed the phone back at Elsie, and said, “You bribed someone for intel and lied through your teeth.”

Elsie lowered her head, eyes darting nervously. Tears streamed down her face.

Owen jumped in, defending her. “Elsie only did that because she was worried about Yunice! And the maid said it herself—she didn’t even know what part of Yunice was hurt. How could Elsie know where to press? I think Yunice staged the whole thing to frame her! We all know how much she hates Elsie. She’s totally capable of this! And she’s always had a high pain threshold. She didn’t even flinch when her internal organs were injured. This cut is nothing. She just splashed some blood around, and you all bought it. Just proves how easy it is for her to manipulate people.”

Oscar stormed forward and kicked Owen to the ground. “Shut the hell up!”

That was when Wyatt finally burst into the room.

He took one look around, didn’t even break stride, and swept open the privacy curtain to check on Yunice.

Joe had just finished treating her wound, but the blood on her gown was enough to turn Wyatt’s eyes cold.

“Who did this?” he asked, his voice low.

Yunice answered, “Elsie.”

Without another word, Wyatt flung the curtain aside, stepped out—and slapped Elsie so hard she hit the floor.

A grown man’s full-force slap. Her cheek instantly swelled.

Elsie lay there, dazed for nearly half a minute, unable to even blink.

Owen stood frozen in shock. It took him a long moment to stammer out, “Wyatt, that’s going too far!”

Wyatt scoffed. “Since when have I ever claimed to be reasonable?”

Owen growled, “Wyatt, Mr. Carl is right here. Show some respect.”

Wyatt’s eyes swept the room, his presence radiating power. “I’m standing up for my wife. Got a problem with that?”

Carl’s expression didn’t change. He didn’t lift a finger to help Owen.

Owen’s face twisted again and again, until he tried to redirect the blame. “Wyatt, admit it—Yunice got hurt because you hit her!”

Yunice stepped out from behind the curtain. “It wasn’t him.”

Wyatt looked over, his gaze still stormy. When she moved toward him, he met her halfway so she wouldn’t have to walk too far.

Joe stepped out as well, addressing Carl directly. “Mr. Carl, I’m Yunice’s attending physician. I need to clear this up—Yunice’s injury was from abdominal surgery.”

Oscar’s brows furrowed. “Surgery? Why?”

Joe nodded. “That’s the right question.”

“Ever since Yunice came back from the psychiatric facility, I’ve been overseeing her health. Mr. Carl, Mr. Oscar, I know you both returned from overseas recently. There’s a lot you might not know. Her body may look fine on the outside—but it’s been through hell.”

Owen sneered. “Overexaggerating much? Yunice walks around just fine every day. Still has the energy to stir up drama, going after SAT, meddling in the Saunders family, the Powell family, the Cooper family, even the Johnson family. And let’s not forget Quinton—word is she’s in bed with him too. You expect me to believe someone that ‘fragile’ is this full of energy?”

Joe ignored him and handed over a medical file.

“Here’s her initial diagnostic report.”

Oscar snatched it before Carl could reach it. Carl might not follow the medical terms, but Oscar could read every word.

He scanned the page line by line.

Blunt force trauma. Internal organ compression. Slow abdominal bleeding. Old electrical burn scars. Soft tissue contusions.

This kind of injury profile didn’t happen by accident. It was the kind of damage only long-term abuse could cause.