Chapter 440 Truth Behind the Lies

“Did she ever tell you that she never slept with Paul? That it was all just Paul spreading rumors?”

Owen sneered at the question, letting out a cold chuckle before firing back at Wyatt, “She told you that too, didn’t she? That’s Yunice for you–always saying one thing and doing another. Even if she’s done it, she’ll swear she hasn’t. She just loves playing the victim. I’ve seen her do it too many times…”

Oscar immediately sensed something was off. He snatched the phone from Owen and spoke directly to Wyatt. “Mr. Wyatt, what exactly are you saying? Is there more to the story? Did you find something?”

Wyatt’s voice was sharp and cold. “Shouldn’t you brothers know best if there was more to the story?”

Oscar’s voice darkened. “Mr. Wyatt, I mean it–I want to know. Please tell me.”

Wyatt answered flatly, “If you want the truth, ask the man himself. You’re all so close, right? If you can get a straight answer out of him, maybe we can talk about Lily’s case.”

Before either of them could respond, Wyatt ended the call.

Then he turned toward the exam room door.

A moment later, Joe stepped out. “Sir.”

Wyatt motioned for him to step aside so they could speak in private. They walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Joe glanced back toward the exam room and spoke quietly. “Ms. Yunice is fine. She’s just been through long-term injury and recovery cycles. Her vitality is weak–when she’s overworked, her body reacts.”

Wyatt lit a cigarette, brows knotted with irritation. “So sex is off-limits too?”

Joe hesitated. “Not completely. Just… the first time can be more intense.”

The cigarette burned halfway down. Wyatt exhaled heavily. “She’s turning into a porcelain doll.”

He gave Joe a sidelong look. “Can she have children?”

Joe winced. From Wyatt’s expression, he could tell this wasn’t just curiosity–Wyatt wanted Yunice to bear his child.

Which made the answer harder to say.

Wyatt’s gaze darkened. “She can’t, can she?”

Joe struggled to respond before finally blurting out, “It’s not that she can’t–it’s just riskier for her than for others.”

“And… with your build, sir, and her narrow pelvis, she’s not suited to carry a large child. It increases the chances of… complications.”

Wyatt’s lips pressed into a tight line, his expression unreadable. “So basically, we’re not compatible.”

Joe wiped sweat from his forehead.

Wyatt didn’t speak again. He drew the cigarette to the filter, then crushed it against the smooth stone rim of the trash bin.

“So what if she can’t? With modern science, you think I’m worried about having kids?”

Joe wisely chose silence.

Just then, Yunice stepped out of the exam room. After doing moxibustion, her fever had broken. Wyatt had insisted on the checkup just to be safe.

Seeing her come out, Wyatt walked straight to her and handed her the phone.

Back at Oscar’s lab, Owen was still pacing with frustration, not daring to call Yunice again for fear that Wyatt might answer.

Oscar eyed him coldly. “Wyatt just gave you a second chance. And you’re still wasting it?”

Owen snapped, “I already burned bridges with Paul! How am I supposed to ask him about Yunice?”

He turned on Oscar with irritation. “Easy for you to talk. You don’t know how many times the Powell family has humiliated our family with Yunice’s reputation!”

“Her reputation was ruined by her own doing. Why do you think only the Johnson family was willing to take her in? No decent family wanted her!”

“If you’re so brave, you go ask him! You’ll see for yourself.”

Oscar didn’t flinch. Tossing off his white coat, he said coldly, “Fine. I’ll go. I don’t believe Wyatt would’ve said all that for no reason.”

Seeing him actually leave, Owen hesitated–then quickly followed.

To his surprise, Oscar received an address from Wyatt. Paul’s current location.

And when the two arrived, the guards simply let them in without question.

Owen’s heart sank. If Wyatt already had this much control, did the Powell family even stand a chance against him?

Inside, Paul lay in bed, encased in plaster, his face bandaged.

When he saw Oscar and Owen enter, he struggled upright, eyes filled with suspicion and hostility.

Owen stared in shock, barely recognizing the man under all those injuries. How did he end up like this?

Paul’s voice was hoarse with fury “Who let you in?”

This was supposed to be his private recovery location. He hadn’t told anyone–no one should’ve known.

Except, of course, Wyatt.