Chapter 397 The Voice Behind the Wall
By ten o’clock that night, the chaos within Saunders Hospital finally gave way to a new development. Dinner was delivered. It was the only window for any sort of contact with the outside world. Not that it mattered–no one knew anything about what was going on out there. No answers could be found.
Yunice and Owen took their trays and were about to return when one of the doctors stopped Yunice and handed her a two-way radio. This time, there was no confusion. The device was handed directly to her, without mistake. Yunice instantly understood–this had to be from Wyatt. Owen realized it too. So the moment the door was locked again from the outside, he reached toward her, trying to get a closer look at the device. But Yunice spun around and pointed an anesthetic injector straight at him. Owen recoiled. “What the hell are you doing?” “You trying to take it from me?” Yunice snapped. Owen frowned. “I just want to ask about Elsie. Do you have to be so selfish?” “Get lost.” Still, Owen followed her, step for step. He knew Wyatt would try to contact her. That two-way radio was now their only link to the outside. He had to know how Elsie was doing… and their mother too–still abroad, unaware of any of this.
Back at the desk, Yunice powered on the device. Static buzzed, followed by silence. Then Wyatt’s voice came through, cold and direct. “Talk.” “This is Yunice,” she replied. He didn’t answer her immediately. “Who’s with you?” Yunice looked up at Owen, her voice flat. “Owen.” Wyatt’s tone dropped, laced with menace. “Let him take the call.” Irritated, Yunice still handed the radio over. Owen’s palms were sweating as he took it, but he wasted no time. “Wyatt…” Yunice sneered. First time calling him "Wyatt"—guess it took desperation to finally acknowledge a brother-in-law. The moment she received the radio, Owen knew Wyatt had already figured out the switch. All he could hope for now was that Wyatt wouldn’t take it out on Elsie–that for Yunice’s sake, he’d let it go. Yunice was trapped inside. Owen was all she had for protection. Wyatt would understand that… right? Even if he was furious, he wouldn’t risk Yunice’s safety just to punish someone.
“I’m begging you,” Owen said, voice shaking. “Please… take care of my sister Elsie, I swear I’ll watch over Yunice in here. I won’t let anything happen to her!”
Chapter 397 The Voice Behind the Wall
What a joke. The audacity to beg with such shamelessness. Wyatt’s voice was slow, cold. “I don’t take care of people. But I do have a million ways to ruin someone.” Owen faltered, softening his tone. “Wyatt, you can’t get in now. At least for Yunice’s sake… cut me some slack…” “Rely on you?” Wyatt scoffed. “All you do is hurt her. What the hell are you good for?” Then his voice darkened like a blade drawn in shadow. “If you so much as look at Yunice the wrong way, I’ll find a few men to take turns with Elsie–shoot a couple of films just for you. What do you think?” Owen froze, eyes wide. He hadn’t expected Wyatt to say something that disgusting, not right in front of Yunice. But on second thought… why was he surprised? Wyatt had always been a vicious bastard. His history was infamous. This was exactly the kind of thing he’d do. Yunice’s expression didn’t change as she watched Owen’s face go pale. He’d tried using her to guilt Wyatt–but he hadn’t counted on Wyatt being even crueler than he was. As she moved to take the radio back, Owen panicked. “Wyatt, I swear! No matter what happens, I’ll protect Yunice with my life. Just don’t hurt Elsie!” Those words made Yunice’s heart twist. All her life, she’d longed to hear something like that from her brother. But now, hearing it only because he wanted to protect Elsie–she was nothing more than a bargaining chip. That kind of “protection” hurt more than any betrayal. Without a word, Yunice left him and returned to the lounge, shutting the door behind her. She raised the radio. “Wyatt…” The moment she spoke, Wyatt responded with biting sarcasm. “Should I apologize? I almost ruined your shot at becoming a hero.” Yunice rubbed her forehead. “Can you speak like a normal person? I’m having trouble understanding you.”