Chapter 521 Rare Threads and Hidden Threads

Sensing the woman’s unease, Yunice finally looked up and said calmly, “Are you really more informed than the person actually involved?”

The woman’s face faltered with guilt, and she could no longer sit still. She stood up and left in embarrassment.

Once she was gone, Freya turned to Yunice in frustration. “So you’ve known about this all along?”

Yunice replied, “There’s no end to gossip. These people pick up a few scraps of half-truths and barge in like they’ve uncovered some secret. If you take it seriously, you’ve already lost.”

Watching Yunice sip her drink with unshakable composure, Freya let it go as well.

She said, “One thing she was right about–men can’t be relied on. But at least you have Mr. Crawford. He’d never let you be treated unfairly.”

Carl still carried guilt toward the Saunders family.

Yunice traced the rim of her champagne glass with her fingers. She wasn’t planning to reveal anything about Nora just yet.

She didn’t want to drag someone who loved her into a messy battle for her marriage. She wanted to reach a decision with Wyatt at the right time, in the right setting, calmly and directly.

That moment would come when Nora woke up.

And when Wyatt no longer loved her.

Only when Yunice truly decided to leave would this issue matter.

Until then, she didn’t see it as something that needed to be “dealt with.”

You can’t let your life spiral over a hypothetical.

The more people tried to use Nora as a wedge to shake Yunice, the more determined she became not to react.

From an outsider’s perspective, she and Wyatt were husband and wife–a unit. What she needed to protect was Wyatt’s public standing, not tear down her own marriage over a few calculated jabs.

Once trust cracks, the first to suffer would be her.

Marriage was like a career. If managed well, it could still thrive even without love.

The danger was in grasping too tightly–like trying to hold sand in your hand. The tighter you squeeze, the more it slips away.

After that woman’s failed attempt, no one else dared to bother Yunice again.

Bored, Freya asked, “Wyatt won’t let you make connections? So why bring you to something like this? It's just exhausting.”

Yunice shook her head. “I don’t know.”

Wyatt was hard to read. Maybe it was just a whim.

Freya began flipping through the gala’s charity showcase catalog.

At these events, guests would donate something valuable to auction off, with the proceeds going to charity—often children’s welfare institutions. Reports would follow, building the donor’s philanthropic image.

Yunice skimmed the booklet and paused at the fabric section. “Wyatt will probably bid on this set.

Good fabric was rare. The fact that it showed up here meant someone had likely picked up on Wyatt’s preferences.

Freya scoffed. “A man so into fabric auctions? That’s such a weird quirk.”

“He likes making clothes,” Yunice said.

“Huh?” Freya looked like she’d just heard the juiciest gossip.

“I only found out recently. The clothes Wyatt gives me–he made them himself.”

Freya blinked for two seconds, then nearly burst out laughing. “So he’s handy, too?”

Her eyes scanned Yunice’s gown–the tailoring around the waist was so precise; it had clearly been made with care.

Either the tailor had an obsessive eye for detail, or there were deep personal emotions stitched into every seam.

Freya pondered that. The more she thought about it, the more intrigued she became by Wyatt.

Yunice stopped flipping through the booklet. “There’s still genuine wild rhino horn out there? And vintage, no less.”

Freya and Carl worked in the alternative medicine industry, so they knew how rare that was.

Most of what you found on the market these days was water buffalo horn. Real wild rhino horn was practically a collector’s item–rarely sold.

It also happened to be one of the key ingredients in Emergency Neuro-Calming Capsules.

“I’m bidding on that,” Yunice said, closing the catalog.

Nothing tempts a doctor more than rare medical ingredients.

The mingling wasn’t over yet, but Yunice was getting bored.

Freya suggested they stretch their legs.

Yunice grabbed a plate of grilled fish from the buffet before heading out.

At the garden fountain outside the hall, she crouched down and called softly, “Mimi? Mimi…”

Freya stood a couple of meters away, leaning against the artificial rockwork near the fountain. She lit a thin cigarette, exhaled a stream of smoke, and glanced toward Yunice.

From under the bushes in the garden, a small stray cat cautiously emerged. Yunice held out the plate of fish. The cat sniffed tentatively, then dove in with gusto.

It chewed with audible delight, letting out little “mew-mew” sounds between bites.

Freya smirked. She had no idea when Yunice had first noticed the little creature.

Yunice watched the kitten eat for a while, then pulled out her phone again.

Still no word from Oscar.

Something wasn’t right.

She called him again, but it rang until the line disconnected–still no answer.

What’s going on?

Was he in the lab and didn’t see his phone?