Chapter 373 A Brewing Storm

The supervisor quickly explained, “He was hit by falling rocks at the construction site.”

After Paul got involved with the Northvale project, he would occasionally visit the site.

The Northvale project was close to Yunice’s clinic, so whenever workers had minor injuries, they were often brought to her for first aid.

Paul lowered his eyes, silently observing her every move. Yunice’s sleeves weren’t very long, and as she reached out, the fabric slid back halfway, revealing a section of her arm covered in burn scars. The sight was unsightly, almost sickening.

Paul’s lingering doubts finally started to fade.

Yunice pulled her hand back. “The bone’s fine. It’s just a surface wound. I can take care of it here.”

She stood up and walked toward her toolkit. “I don’t have imaging equipment here, so I can’t guarantee there’s no hairline fracture. I’ll stop the bleeding and stitch the wound, but you should still go to a big hospital afterward to get checked out, just to be safe.”

The man holding Paul quickly nodded. “Stopping the bleeding is the priority.”

Yunice returned with a needle and thread. Paul stared at the needle, frowning deeply. “That thick?”

“The muscles in your leg are tight. A finer needle won’t hold,” Yunice said as she threaded it.

Paul grumbled, “Then give me anesthesia!”

The gash was long. Stitching it without anesthesia would be unbearable.

Yunice gave him an injection, and Paul finally relaxed enough for her to start stitching. But halfway through, Paul suddenly stiffened all over, gripping the chair’s armrests with white knuckles. “Why does it hurt so much? What kind of anesthesia is this? It wore off already!”

Yunice answered calmly, “There’s nothing wrong with the anesthesia. You’re probably just resistant to it… stop moving. You want the stitches or not?”

Paul was in so much pain he couldn’t take it anymore. He kicked Yunice’s hand away. “It hurts like hell! Forget it!”

Yunice instinctively stepped back. As she did, the needle and thread in her hand yanked tight, pulling harshly on the fresh stitches in Paul’s leg.

A guttural scream tore from Paul’s throat as his whole body convulsed, cold sweat soaking through his dress shirt.

Paul clutched his wounded leg and glared at Yunice, fury burning in his eyes. He suspected she had done it on purpose – but he had no proof.

The supervisor, seeing all this, quickly snapped, “What kind of doctor are you, sewing someone up like that? Don’t even think about charging us!”

He immediately helped Paul up. “Mr. Paul, let’s go to a real hospital!”

Paul limped out of the clinic, his gaze locked tightly onto Yunice.

Something about all this didn’t sit right with him.

As Paul left the church and was about to get into the car, he noticed the bustling deli next door.

There was a long line of customers, and a tall woman was busy behind the counter.

Paul frowned.

Gill? Wasn’t she Yunice’s lackey? What was she doing running a deli here?

Gill suddenly noticed Paul’s stare. She froze for a second. The moment their eyes met, she ducked her head in panic, almost trying to hide behind a tray of food.

Paul let out a cold snort and got into the car.

The moment he drove off, Gill hurried to shut down her stall, telling the crowd that everything was sold out.

Once the people dispersed, she rushed straight into the church.

“Miss, why was Paul here? What if he finds out who you are?”

But Yunice stayed calm. “Even if he does, what can he do?”

Running a clinic wasn’t a crime.

Wyatt knew about the church clinic too. If Paul tried to cause trouble here, it would only backfire on him.

Yunice didn’t bother worrying about Paul. She just figured he had bad luck and getting hit by falling rocks was karma.

Meanwhile, back at the Powell family estate, Taylor had just returned when she heard the news about Paul’s injury.

Linda, speaking in her usual passive-aggressive tone, kept hinting that Taylor should go visit Paul and “build their relationship.”

Taylor absentmindedly picked at her food, not planning to respond at all. But suddenly, she raised her eyebrows and stood up. “Fine. I’ll go check on him and bring him some food.”

With that, she grabbed a half-eaten fish off the dining table and walked out with it.

Not long after Taylor left, Linda fanned herself lightly around her long neck. The weather today suddenly felt unusually hot…