Chapter 422 All Thanks to a Man?

Owen simply chalked up Elsie’s reaction to emotional instability. He didn’t take her complaints seriously and said, “Now that you’re home, just focus on recovering. Over time, maybe the complications will heal.”

He stood up as he spoke, telling her to rest.

Lily sat beside Elsie’s bed, her expression full of mixed emotions. The pain in her eyes was real, but all those scars on Elsie’s body made even her own mother feel uncomfortable.

Lily gently suggested, “Don’t overthink things. Just focus on getting better. And maybe… don’t contact Paul for now.”

Men were visual creatures. Even she, as Elsie’s mother, found the wounds unsettling. A man would likely find them even more so.

Elsie didn’t have the energy to leave the house anyway, so she had no choice but to accept it.

Wellinges Pharma had become the center of public scrutiny. It was in financial reports, praised and condemned at the same time, and it was the target of countless online rants.

Releasing an antigen to combat the virus brought both praise and criticism, but their medication was the only viable option, so their stock prices skyrocketed. The company made a fortune.

Yunice had also been released from her glass quarantine room. As soon as the lockdown lifted, the volunteer group chat exploded. Everyone acted like wild cats let out of a cage, full of pent-up energy.

What they really missed, of course, was Yunice’s mansion. They kept begging to see her garden—and if they could get a glimpse of her slim-waisted husband, that would be perfect.

Yunice chewed her breakfast slowly as she glanced at her phone, which wouldn’t stop buzzing.

Wyatt sat across from her, glaring at her phone with clear disapproval.

What was so fascinating on that screen that it made her ignore her food?

Feeling Wyatt’s intense gaze, Yunice looked over and asked, “Are you free today? Some of my friends want to come over. Is that okay?”

“Here?” Wyatt asked, his expression serious.

Yunice nodded and hummed, then took another small bite of her sandwich, chewing calmly.

Wyatt said, “Sure. Let them have fun. If any of your friends like something, they can have it.”

Yunice hesitated. “They also said... they want to meet you…”

Just as she finished her sentence, a housekeeper walked over to say the company had called—something had come up that needed Wyatt’s attention.

Yunice’s face showed a flicker of disappointment. Before Wyatt could say anything, she quickly added, “Go. It’s just them messing around.”

Wyatt looked at her for a moment, then stepped aside to call Jordan.

A few minutes later, he returned. But clearly, the matter at work couldn’t be delayed—he still had to go.

While putting on his coat, Wyatt said, “Have them come again next time.”

Next time, he’d be free.

Yunice hadn’t really expected him to stay anyway. She glanced at his collar, then stepped up to fix his tie before he left.

Wyatt looked down at her soft, delicate eyelashes. He couldn’t help but smile.

When she was done, Yunice took a step back. “Go on.”

Wyatt stepped outside. In the morning sun, he touched the knot of his tie and got into the car, clearly in a great mood.

Yunice sent the address to the volunteer group chat.

At the appointed time, three vans pulled up outside Pavilion Hall. When the doors opened, nearly twenty people poured out.

The moment they looked up, they all let out a collective “Wow.”

The building was massive. Stunning.

Yunice had been waiting at the entrance for a while. Once they got over their awe, she waved them over to the shuttle buses.

Pavilion Hall was enormous. Outside vehicles weren’t allowed in, so from the gate to the guest reception area, they had to ride in private shuttles.

Three vans lined up in a row. A mature, composed butler stood at the front, bowed slightly, and said in a clear, formal voice, “Let’s begin the drive.”

Everyone looked amazed, exchanging glances and whispering, “This feels like a scene from a TV drama…” Just then, a quiet but sour voice mumbled, “It’s all thanks to a man anyway…”

Yunice glanced toward the middle van but didn’t bother finding out who said it. Instead, she walked to the last van and found an empty seat.

She looked over her shoulder and greeted someone in the back row. “Tommy.”

Tommy nodded and said kindly, “There are so many of us—your husband won’t mind, will he?”

Right after he spoke, the girl sitting beside Yunice chimed in, “Yeah, we didn’t expect someone with your background to even talk to people like us—let alone invite us to your home…”

She rubbed her hands awkwardly. “This is really eye-opening. Land in Silverburgh is insanely expensive, and your place is huge—bigger than a shopping mall…”

Then, as if remembering something, she leaned in and whispered, “Yunice, you’d better keep an eye on Peggy. She’s totally jealous of you.”