Chapter 413 The Truth Beneath the Suit

Wyatt, still holding Yunice tightly, felt her arms remain locked around him. Thinking she was still doubtful, he gently offered, “Want to go get the medicine now?”

Yunice looked up and pressed a soft kiss to his throat, just beneath his Adam’s apple.

His breath caught.

Then he gave her back a light pat. “Laurie’s waiting. Go.”

He knew–if they delayed too long, Owen might not make it. And that would haunt Yunice.

She nodded and left for the lab.

Inside Wellinges Pharma, Laurie looked Yunice over through her protective suit, her relief obvious. “You’re likely past the incubation period. You might’ve avoided infection.”

Yunice had always been meticulous with her protection. If anyone would survive, it made sense it’d be her.

Laurie led her through the halls of the research facility–past the machines, the white walls, the silent, humming dread.

They stopped at a room. Inside, a single patient lay in isolation.

Elsie.

Tubes threaded through her limbs, monitors beeping steadily as she lay unconscious in a bed under strict observation.

There was no dignity left in her state. But that wasn’t the lab’s cruelty. It was just what the disease did.

Had Owen not traded places with her, she wouldn’t have lasted this long at Saunders Hospital.

Yunice stood by the glass, unmoved. She raised her phone and took several photos.

Laurie, puzzled, asked, “What are you doing?”

“Psychological triggers can activate a patient’s survival instinct,” Yunice replied calmly.

If Owen saw Elsie like this, what were the odds he’d find the will to live?

From there, Laurie brought her to another room and handed her a sealed medication box.

“We already tested this antigen on Elsie. It works–but it’s neurotoxic. Attacks the nervous system.”

“What kind of side effects?” Yunice asked, frowning.

Laurie shook her head. “We haven’t had enough time. Clinical symptoms haven’t even fully emerged yet. I can’t guarantee what it’ll do long term–or if the damage is reversible."

Yunice took the box. “Doesn’t matter. We save him now. Everything else can wait.”

As she turned to go, Laurie called after her. “You need to be careful. We’ve skipped standard procedure. If they survive… they might turn on you.”

Yunice scoffed. “Turn on me? With what proof? Who can say Elsie was ever at Wellinges Pharma?”

Could Owen even admit his own role in all this?

She left the facility with Wyatt.

He didn’t trust the situation, so he sent one of his most loyal men to discreetly accompany Yunice. The closer they got to success, the more vigilant they had to be.

Back in the hospital, Yunice returned to Owen’s room with the medicine case.

Every patient room was under 24-hour surveillance.

To inject Owen unnoticed, she needed to disable that first.

Luckily, that was one of her specialties. She quickly disrupted the signal and blacked out the room’s monitoring feed.

Still, she didn’t inject immediately. Owen had just undergone surgery. His body might not withstand it.

She checked the monitor, scanning the vitals, then pulled his arm gently from beneath the plastic isolation drape and began to take his pulse.

That was when she heard it–slow, deliberate footsteps behind her.

She turned sharply.

A figure in full hazmat gear stood two meters behind her.

Yunice didn’t move, only scanned the figure from head to toe.

Chapter 413 The Truth Beneath the Suit

The name written on the suit–she didn’t recognize it.

But the eyes behind the visor…

They looked familiar.

The person spoke first: “Knew I’d find you here.”

“Paul?” Yunice instantly recognized the voice.

He glanced around, searching. “Where’s Elsie? I combed the patient and death records. She’s not listed anywhere.”

He had found Yunice–because she was the only one registered from her family in the hospital.

“You came to the isolation zone… looking for Elsie?” Yunice narrowed her eyes.

Hadn’t she made Paul see through Elsie? Hadn’t he figured out her lies? Why was he still this fixated?

Paul didn’t answer. His eyes didn’t leave Yunice.

“Elsie…”

And then, as if summoned by her name, Owen stirred.

His eyes cracked open, foggy, heavy-lidded. “Elsie… is she sick…?”

He must’ve already guessed. But he still wanted Yunice to say it aloud.

She didn’t.

Owen turned his head slowly, catching sight of the figure across the room. His eyes struggled to focus, but then widened in recognition.

“…Paul?” he rasped. He tried to sit up. “Did… did Elsie send you? Are you here to take me to her…?”