Chapter 534 What You Don’t Know Can Hurt You
Yunice was just as shocked as Morgan. It wasn’t until they had walked quite a ways that she turned to Wyatt with a puzzled, questioning look. She had just opened her mouth when Wyatt said, “You’re wondering if I’m twisting the truth–using the fact that Nora can’t wake up to pin something on her, to ease my own guilt?”
Yunice didn’t know. She hadn’t been there. All she could do was piece things together from what everyone else said about Nora. So she asked for Wyatt’s version. “Nora was sent by the Powell family to hurt you?”
If that was true, then Nora had pretended to fall in love with Wyatt, only to blow up the steel mill, causing massive casualties. As the person in charge, Wyatt would have spent the rest of his life rotting in prison. Two or three years ago, Wyatt had been on the rise in Silverburgh. The Powell family had every reason to see him as a threat.
Yunice asked, “So the injury to your leg–that was from the steel mill explosion?”
Wyatt gave a quiet “Mm.”
Yunice pressed on. “When did you find out Nora was sent by the Powell family?”
“First time we met,” Wyatt said.
Yunice wanted to ask, Then why did you let her in? Why give her the chance to hurt you? She nearly said it aloud– Was it because you liked her? Did your feelings cloud your judgment?
But Wyatt cut her off. “We’re here.”
Yunice looked up to see Wyatt pushing open a door. Inside was the foot of a hospital bed and a room filled with machines. They had reached Nora’s room.
Yunice stepped in instinctively, leaving Wyatt behind at the doorway. This was her first time seeing Nora. The first thing she looked at was her face.
Despite what people said, their features weren’t all that similar. The resemblance was more of a feeling–something hard to put into words. Still, with moderate nearsightedness, it would be easy to mistake one for the other.
Yunice’s heart raced a little. Her cheeks felt warm. Standing in front of Nora, she couldn’t even understand her own emotions. Guilt, maybe. Shame. Or something even less admirable.
After taking a good look at her, Yunice reached to feel the pulse on Nora’s neck, then moved to her wrist. Only then did Wyatt step inside, walking over slowly to watch Yunice fumble around.
Yunice frowned slightly. “Something feels off…” She pressed Nora’s arm, then slid her hand behind her back.
A moment later, she reached for the blanket, intending to check Nora’s legs–but Wyatt stopped her. “She’s not wearing anything.”
Because of the monitors hooked to her body, Nora wasn’t wearing outer clothes. Yunice awkwardly pulled the blanket back up over her.
“She’s been well cared for. Her muscles haven’t atrophied, no bedsores, good skin elasticity. If she regains consciousness, there’s a good chance of full recovery.” It also proved, indirectly, that Wyatt had indeed taken good care of her.
Wyatt’s eyes lingered on Yunice. He looked like he wanted to say something, but held back. Instead, he looked away coldly. “You’ve seen what you came to see. You’ve heard what you came to hear. Can we stop the drama now?”
Yunice stood up and looked at his bloodshot eyes from lack of sleep. She asked hesitantly, “Can I come again next time?”
Wyatt said, “Why do you keep staring at her? I’m the one you’re married to.”
Yunice was speechless. She said nothing more and followed him out of Gardison Residence.
In the car, Wyatt leaned on the window, using his arm to prop up his head. He fell asleep like that. When they got back to Pavilion Hall, he didn’t let Yunice leave. Even though she’d already napped earlier, he still insisted on holding her in his arms like a human pillow.
Her back pressed against his chest, she could feel his steady heartbeat. Once she was sure he was asleep, Yunice gently took his hand–his fingers had snuck under her clothes–and carefully moved it away, setting it beside him. To help him sleep better, she had even sprinkled a bit of sleep aid on her hair. So when she quietly slipped out of bed, Wyatt didn’t wake.
Yunice didn’t stay in the room. She opened the door—and was caught off guard as she locked eyes with someone sitting in the living room. The woman stood abruptly, clearly noticing Yunice fixing her hair.
Yunice had just come out of Wyatt’s room, wearing pajamas, adjusting her hair. Any adult would know exactly what had just happened. Elianna frowned and almost blurted something out–but then remembered Wyatt’s warning. She bit it back and slumped onto the couch.
Sensing the tension between them, the maid quickly stepped in and apologized to Yunice. “Madam, Miss Elianna came by while you and Sir were resting. We didn’t want to disturb you… but we also couldn’t make her wait outside…”
Elianna shot a look over like she owned the place, casually nibbling fruit off the coffee table. Yunice walked over, but before she could sit down, Elianna spoke up. “Hey, don’t mind me. I’m here to see Wyatt–not you.”