Chapter 468 Fire and Fury

Peggy looked like she’d just swallowed a plate of flies. She instantly yanked her arm off the back of Yunice's chair.

Suddenly, Yunice’s warning echoed in her mind—she had said Owen was still a virgin. But if he had a thing going with either of his sisters, how could that be true?

Owen had such ambiguous relationships with both of them. Who knew what disgusting things might have happened behind closed doors?

Maybe Yunice said that on purpose—to cover up Owen’s shameful secrets.

What if this whole setup—forcing Owen to marry her—was just to create a sham marriage? To make it look like Owen was normal to the outside world, while he kept his real relationships hidden at home?

Who would ever suspect anything with his own sisters?

From the side, Yunice watched the shift in Peggy’s expression with cold detachment and slowly stood up.

All eyes turned to her.

Without a word, Yunice reached out and picked up the plate of spicy chicken legs.

By now, all the chicken legs had been tossed into Owen’s bowl in the heat of petty conflict.

All that remained in the deep plate was a pool of bright red, oily chili broth.

As she stood, Owen called out, “Yunice, what are you doing? Sit down.”

Even though Lily had spewed something vile, Owen thought the effect wasn’t half bad. If it made Peggy squirm, a few nasty rumors were worth it.

Yunice held the plate and calmly stepped around behind Peggy and Elsie—until she stopped right in front of Lily.

Lily looked up in confusion, unsure of what Yunice was planning.

“Yunice, what did I say that was wrong? You’re married now, so you should be careful about how you act around your broth—”

Her words were cut short.

Yunice’s fingers were already clamped around Lily’s jaw.

She wasn’t strong, but she was precise. She knew how to dislocate a joint with finesse.

Crack.

Lily’s eyes filled with terror as her lower jaw unhinged. She couldn’t close her mouth no matter how hard she tried.

The shock and pain left her frozen, unable to react.

Yunice stood calmly, like someone who had done this more than once. Without emotion, she tipped the bowl forward and poured the thick, spicy broth into Lily’s gaping mouth.

She poured slowly, tilting her head slightly as she watched Lily struggle.

Everyone at the table sat frozen in horror.

No one had ever imagined that soft-spoken, delicate Yunice could calmly carry out something so cruel—so calculated.

The shock was so complete, no one moved to stop her.

Lily had spent years living a clean lifestyle. She could tolerate only the mildest spice—anything stronger made her stomach cramp from old injuries.

But this dish had been made to suit Elsie’s fiery taste. It was loaded with heat far beyond Lily’s limit.

Now that chili oil was burning its way down her throat, attacking her esophagus.

The pain was overwhelming.

She thrashed violently, trying to scream, but every breath just pulled more of the searing liquid into her airway. She was choking, gagging, drowning in fire.

Her face turned bright red, veins bulging in her neck, eyes streaming with tears and bloodshot from pain. She clawed at Yunice’s hand in desperation, leaving red welts all over her skin—but Yunice didn’t flinch.

Only when the last drop of broth had been poured did Yunice let go.

A sharp tap under Lily’s jaw popped the dislocated bone back into place.

Lily collapsed onto the table, retching and coughing, unable to even scream.

Yunice casually tossed the empty plate to the ground. It shattered with a sharp crack, jarring everyone out of their trance.

“You love spicy food so much,” she said calmly, “I figured I’d let you have your fill.”

Owen and Elsie snapped out of it at once. Owen rushed to Lily’s side, panic in his voice. Elsie grabbed a fork off the table, ready to fight back.

Yunice turned her gaze to her.

The moment Yunice’s eyes locked with hers, Elsie froze.

Her rage shrank into uncertainty under that cold stare.

She didn’t dare touch Yunice.

If anything happened to Yunice in the Saunders home, her own punishment would be a hundred times worse.

Lily’s lips were swollen, her throat and airway likely inflamed. Her hands clawed at her neck as she gasped for breath, looking like she could pass out any second.

Owen’s face turned ashen. “Elsie! Call 911!”

Elsie’s hands trembled as she fumbled for her phone.

But Peggy’s eyes gleamed—and with a quick swipe, she snatched it out of her hands.

“Why are you calling an ambulance?” she said. “It’s just chili. People eat that all the time. It’s not gonna kill her. Just give her some cold water and she’ll be fine.”