Chapter 435 A Place She Belongs

"Don’t say that…"

Let anyone else go to hell–but not her.

She hadn’t done anything wrong.

Wyatt burned with rage–rage at Paul’s lies, at himself for believing them, and most of all, for not taking Yunice with him when he had the chance, leaving her to face those animals alone.

Yunice gave a short, bitter laugh, then looked at Paul with icy calm. “Your punishment is only just beginning. Just wait.”

Evil never goes unpunished. And she wasn’t the only one who wanted Paul dead.

“Wyatt, let’s go.” Yunice took his still-bleeding hand and led him out of the company.

Watching them leave, Taylor turned her glare on Paul, who was still kneeling in the middle of the hallway.

No one was coming to help him now.

As high heels clicked toward him, Paul looked up with a sneer. “What, you gonna kill me? Do it, and the Kendall family’s finished.”

Thinking of her late father, and his loyal assistant, Taylor clenched her jaw so hard it ached.

“Paul, you’re like a toad squatting on someone’s foot–can’t bite, just disgusting.”

“Yunice was right. Killing someone like you would only dirty our hands. It’s a long road ahead–let’s see how far you get.”

She didn’t bother with him anymore and walked into the elevator alone.

Paul was left there, groaning in pain. His whole body ached as he tried to stand, but it was too much.

He reached for his phone to call someone from the Powell family–only to realize Wyatt had smashed it.

Ten minutes passed. No one came to help.

He couldn’t wait until dark when the company closed. He had to get out.

Gritting his teeth, he dragged himself up and limped into the elevator, pressing the button for the basement.

His car was parked there.

Barely able to stay upright, Paul leaned against the elevator wall, vision spinning. He watched the floor numbers drop one by one.

When the doors finally opened, he pushed himself to walk–only to be greeted by the sound of cheering.

As soon as he stepped out, the cheering stopped cold.

He froze, stunned to see a crowd of employees holding glow sticks staring straight at him.

Most of the company staff were here.

It took them a moment, but someone finally recognized him by the badge on his bloodied chest.

“Mr… Mr. Paul?”

The crowd tried to hold back their laughter, but some couldn’t help letting out stifled snorts.

Paul’s face went pale. He realized his humiliation at Huaxin Pharmaceuticals was now complete.

This had to be staged–someone had gathered all these people here to watch him make a fool of himself.

But there were too many people who hated him to figure out who.

Someone even pretended to offer help, but Paul shoved them away and stumbled into his car, fleeing the scene.

Meanwhile, Yunice and Wyatt never made it back to West Court.

In the executive lounge, Yunice was bandaging Wyatt’s injured hand.

She kept her head down, focused on her task. Wyatt, however, never looked away from the top of her head.

He stared at her, unwilling to blink, as though he was afraid she’d vanish.

Yunice looked up and saw the redness in his eyes.

“…What’s with that look?” she muttered, uncomfortable.

He’d been looking at her like that the whole way here, filled with remorse.

Yunice knew her past might move people to pity–but wasn’t Wyatt overreacting?

“I’m sorry,” Wyatt choked out.

Yunice wasn’t sure what he was apologizing for. Anyone else could say sorry–but not Wyatt. He never had.

Wyatt reached out and pulled her into his arms. Feeling her chin settle on his shoulder only made the pain in his chest worse.

He wished he could kill Paul. It was all his fault–because of him, Wyatt had made so many wrong choices.

If only he had known… If only he’d known Yunice never loved Paul, then he never would have…

Wyatt shut his eyes tightly and hugged her even harder, as if trying to absorb her into his body.

“I’m never letting go again,” he said, voice hoarse.

Yunice’s heartbeat slowly calmed. She looked at him, not quite understanding, but for the first time, she felt truly… needed.

She tilted her head, resting her hair against his cheek.

She never thought she’d be believed again.

When it came to her purity, she could never defend herself. Even if it had been her first time, she’d never expected anyone to believe her.

Wyatt had surprised her.

She never imagined he’d sense the truth–let alone fight Paul over it.

But in the end, did it even matter?

She’d been slandered for so many years. She’d heard every cruel thing that could be said.

Some even mocked her, saying if she really wanted to prove she was clean, why not let them sleep with her once and find out?

The others laughed. When she stayed silent, they called her guilty–too afraid to answer.