Chapter 50: A Clean Break

Wyatt frowned, clearly irritated. “What did you just call me?”

Yunice didn’t understand at first. After a pause, she hesitantly said, “Wyan?”

What was wrong with that? Everyone called him that—only Jordan and people close to him used his given name directly.

Wyatt’s jaw tightened, clearly annoyed. “I’m only five years older than you.”

Respect didn’t really have anything to do with age, though. Before the awkwardness could continue, someone knocked at the door—loud and fast, like something urgent had come up.

Wyatt’s anger hadn’t cooled. “Come in.”

Jordan stepped in, immediately sensing the tension. His eyes flicked to Yunice.

She could tell Wyatt was fuming, but she had no idea why. The man was impossible to understand.

Jordan leaned in and whispered something quickly.

Wyatt’s expression darkened further. He turned without a word. “Let’s go.”

The two men left in a hurry.

Afterward, Yunice went to find Jake to say goodbye.

“Ms. Saunders, you should rest! What’s the rush?” Jake looked worried.

Too many eyes at the hospital, Yunice didn’t want to invite trouble.

She said, “Dr. Dawson, please don’t tell anyone about my medical skills.”

Jake wanted to ask why, but when he thought about it—she was young, talented, and vulnerable—he understood. Some people might target her for that.

He nodded. “I won’t say a word.”

Yunice handed him a slip of paper. “If you ever need anything, you can message me.”

Jake accepted it with both hands, beaming. “Then I’ll be bothering you a lot in the future, Ms. Saunders.”

After a beat, Yunice softened. She handed over a prescription. “Dr. Dawson, Wyatt’s leg took a hit. Have someone make this into a medicinal paste. Remind him to use it.”

Jake grinned. “Ms. Saunders sure cares a lot about our Wyatt. Don’t worry, I’ll deliver your heartfelt message.”

“Don’t tell him it came from me,” Yunice replied. “I don’t want to be involved with him.”

Madam Johnson’s illness had been handled. She likely wouldn’t cross paths with Wyatt again.

After being discharged, Yunice went to stay with Gill to recover.

When Gill saw the wound on her face, she was beside herself with worry.

Yunice said she’d caught a fever and taken a fall on the sidewalk.

Chapter 50: A Clean Break (Continued)

Elsie and the others had returned from their trip. It was time for Yunice to pack up and go back to the Saunders household. Before leaving, Yunice gave Gill the bank card Madam Johnson had gifted her. “Take the money out and invest it. Stocks, something with growth.”

She didn’t need it for now, and Gill could manage the funds in her name.

Gill didn’t want to let her go. “Ms. Yunice, why go back there? You’ve got medical skills. You can make money on your own. Why let them treat you like this?”

Yunice gave her a gentle smile. “I need to reclaim my name. I don’t want to spend my life being a nobody with a mental health record.”

Gill had no smile left. She couldn’t help; she just stood there, quietly hurting.

Yunice said goodbye. “I’m off.”

She took a cab back to the Saunders residence. The moment she arrived, she saw several luxury cars parked in the yard. Not just Owen’s and Elsie’s—there was also one from the Powell family.

Inside the living room, she found Paul already there. He and Elsie were sitting on the couch. No sign of Owen or Lily. Paul’s face was mottled with bruises. Elsie dabbed ointment on his wounds with a cotton swab while he winced.

Just then, Owen came down the stairs. He looked up, ready to snap at her.

“You finally decided to come—” He stopped midsentence, his expression freezing.

Then he rushed down the stairs three steps at a time, grabbing Yunice’s arm in alarm.

“What. What happened to your face?”

Only now did Elsie and Paul notice her. Elsie stood up in shock, hurrying over to get a closer look. She was so focused on Yunice’s face, she didn’t notice Paul’s reaction at all. He remained frozen on the couch, eyes lowered, unable to meet Yunice’s gaze.

Yunice understood immediately—he hadn’t told them he was the one who hit her. Owen’s grip tightened. “Say something! What happened to your face!”

Yunice pressed her lips together and lied. “I had a fever. Fell and hit the curb.”

Paul stared at her, stunned.