Chapter 48: The Ugly Truth
Wyatt frowned and looked away, clearly displeased. Yunice sensed the shift and looked up at him. He moved toward the window, opened it just a crack to let in some air, and didn’t glance back at her once. Behind her, out of sight, his eyes were clouded with agitation. He couldn’t believe he’d just reacted to Yunice like that.
Yunice didn’t understand. She was about to speak when someone knocked on the door. Jake peeked in, eyes bright as he looked at Yunice first, then said to Wyatt, “Wyatt, Madam Johnson’s awake. She wants to see you.”
Wyatt gave a quiet response and, with the help of his cane, walked out of the room. Yunice sat up in bed, her eyes following the way he walked.
“Handsome, right?” She turned toward Jake, who was grinning like a gossiping aunt.
“Wyatt is the best-looking man on a cane I’ve ever seen,” Jake said. “But don’t stare too much. He’s petty.”
Yunice gave a small nod, grateful for the warning. She knew people with disabilities sometimes carried emotional wounds.
Jake’s gaze drifted to the gash on her face, and he sighed. “Don’t worry about the scar. Even if it doesn’t heal on its own, Wyatt will find the best plastic surgeon to fix it.”
“Huh?” Yunice blinked, surprised.
Thinking she didn’t believe him, Jake added, “He said so himself. I can tell—he treats you differently.”
“Does he!”
“Definitely. He’s not usually like this.”
“What’s he usually like, then?”
“He…” Jake stopped mid-sentence, realizing that if Wyatt did like her, he could easily screw it up by saying the wrong thing. “He’s usually cold. Real cold.”
Yunice was a little disappointed she couldn’t get more out of him. Just then, Jake took a call. Whatever he heard made him glance at Yunice quickly and nod along.
When he hung up, he said, “Ms. Saunders, Madam Johnson wants to see you.” He rolled in a wheelchair. “Come on, I’ll take you over.”
“I don’t think that’s necessary…” Yunice was still a little dizzy and unsteady, but not so bad that she needed a chair. She could manage.
Jake leaned in, lowering his voice. “This isn’t about the wheelchair. It’s about appearances.”
“She doesn’t like you. If you look pitiful, it’s harder for her to stay cold.”
Chapter 48: The Ugly Truth
Yunice gripped her sleeves tightly, feeling exposed as everyone turned to look. Madam Johnson rested in bed. Wyatt stood beside her. Jordan was at the door. Jake stood at the back of the chair.
Yunice was just taking in the room when a sharp face suddenly leaned in close. She pulled back instinctively. A red-haired man scrunched his brow. “Damn. That’s ugly.”
He stepped back dramatically, hands in his pockets, all arrogance. “No way I’m marrying that freak. Someone else can take her.”
Even if she hadn’t seen him before, it wasn’t hard to guess—this had to be Morgan, the man Lily had called a “perfect match.” Seeing him stomp around like a lunatic, Yunice thought her injury had actually come at the perfect time. He found her ugly. She didn’t want to marry him anyway.
But she didn’t want to look too smug, so she lowered her eyes and let them go red with tears. Wyatt’s face darkened. He looked at Morgan, eyes cold.
What did this guy have that made Yunice work so hard just to marry into this family? She saved Madam Johnson, took the blame, even risked her face. Madam Johnson finally told Morgan to shut up.
Even if she didn’t like Yunice, she’d saved her life and taken a blow meant for Wyatt. It wasn’t something she could ignore. She looked over at Yunice’s face. The wound was long, the stitches visible. It was hard to look at, even if she didn’t want to admit it; the injury made her feel a chill in her chest.
To take a hit like that for someone… either the girl was stupid or she was tough. Madam Johnson’s expression softened a little. “Will her face recover?”
Before Jake could respond, Jordan jumped in. “The cut’s too deep. Even the plastic surgeons said it might not fully heal.” Morgan laughed out loud. “That’s great, Grandma. I can’t take this monster but in public. Why don’t we just let Wyatt have her…”