Chapter 438 No Room for Mercy

Last night had been too intense. The bandages Yunice had carefully wrapped around Wyatt’s hand had split open, staining the sheets with blood.

He had just changed into fresh linens and tucked her back in bed when Jackson’s furious shouting echoed from outside.

Yunice looked at him, concerned. Wyatt gave her hand a reassuring pat, then stepped out.

Jackson stood fuming just beyond the office door. In contrast, Wyatt came out lazily draped in a coat, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, tie sloppily loosened.

The old man scanned him from head to toe, voice seething. “Where’s that whore?”

Wyatt raised an eyebrow. “Who’s the whore?”

“That wh-” Jackson froze, catching himself, then glared at Wyatt’s smug expression.

Wyatt strolled out of the office like he didn’t have a care in the world. Jordan followed behind and quietly shut the door.

With his hands in his pockets, Wyatt looked down at the old man from above.

Jackson’s gaze shifted from the bandage on Wyatt’s hand to his face, cold as ice. “You brawled with your own family over some woman. Where the hell is your head?”

Wyatt scoffed. “Who said it was about a woman? I just don’t like Paul. I wanted to beat him up–is that a crime?”

Jackson looked like he might snap his cane in half. “She’s nothing but a tramp used by a thousand men, and the more you treasure her, the more miserable she’ll end up.”

Wyatt’s eyes narrowed. He laughed coldly. “Then let me return that sentiment to you–word for word.”

Jackson’s face twitched. He let out a cold grunt and turned to leave.

Only after the old man vanished down the hallway did Jordan say anxiously, “Wyatt… you think he’ll try something against the missus?”

“He definitely will,” Wyatt replied flatly. “So it’s a matter of who strikes first.”

The Saunders Family

Wellinges Pharma had narrowly avoided collapse after its isolation ward was repurposed by the government, earning them a large subsidy. As director, Owen had received considerable compensation—enough to breathe new life into the hospital.

Right now, he was in his study, speaking impatiently on the phone with Peggy.

As expected, Peggy had called him first. Ever since they’d run into each other at West Court, she’d been pestering him every few days, pushing him to visit the Saunders estate.

Owen had no interest in dealing with that bunch of immature, power-hungry fools. He’d blocked several of Peggy’s numbers already—but she kept changing them and calling again.

She even hired a private investigator to stalk him.

“What the hell do you want from me?!” Owen snapped.

Peggy giggled on the other end. “Owen, do you want a wife?”

“No!” he barked.

“Already in love with someone?”

“Yes!” Owen lied through his teeth.

She laughed again. “Then how about breaking up with her and dating me instead?”

“You shameless-!” Owen roared and hung up.

“Owen?” came a weak voice from the doorway.

He turned and saw Elsie standing there.

His expression softened a bit. “Elsie, what are you doing up?”

“I was tired of lying in bed. Needed to move around.”

She sat down across from him and asked, “Has Sis still refused to come home?”

Yunice was still staying with Wyatt. The farther she was, the harder it was to keep tabs on her—let alone make a move.

Owen grunted, then added coldly, “Forget her.”

If she no longer wanted to be part of the Saunders family, then fine. Let them go their separate ways. “Owen! Owen!” Lily’s panicked voice rang from the stairs.

Startled, Owen and Elsie rushed out of the study just in time to see Lily stumbling up the stairs, with two officers flashing badges behind her.

Lily ducked behind them as the police stepped forward and said, “We’re enforcing a court ruling. Ms. Lily has been sentenced to one year in prison.”

“Please come with us.”

“I’m not going to jail! I didn’t do anything! Just said a few words—why should I go to prison?!”

Owen hadn’t expected this to escalate so quickly. He tried to bribe the officers. “Please, officers, can’t we talk about this-”

One of them cut him off. “The prosecution already offered a chance for Ms. Lily to make amends. You refused to issue a public apology.”

They hadn’t thought the court would actually follow through with sentencing.

“I’ll apologize now, okay? Right now!” Lily shrieked.

But the officers gave her no chance to cause a scene. They firmly restrained her and hauled her away.

Lily screamed, “Owen! Elsie! Help me! Please, help Mommy!”

Both Owen and Elsie stood frozen, their faces pale with shock.

Only after the police car drove off did Elsie clutch Owen’s arm, voice hoarse with panic. “Owen, do something…”

Owen stood there, stunned. He had nothing. No plan. No way out.