Chapter 536 Different Versions, One Truth

Elianna paused, then said, “They did fight.”

She went on, “It happened right here. I was with my dad, and I heard yelling. I snuck over and peeked through a crack in the door. Nora was crying. There were clothes and makeup scattered all over the floor. Wyatt just stood there with a cold face. He didn’t comfort her.”

She added, “I didn’t hear much. My dad dragged me away and warned me not to repeat a word. But even before the accident, I always felt their relationship was… off. But then Nora took that hit for Wyatt, and I suddenly respected what they had.”

Yunice lowered her gaze. Everyone sees what they want to see.

To Maine, Wyatt and Nora were the picture of tragic romance.

To Wyatt, they were playing a game–manipulating and testing each other.

Now Elianna’s version painted a relationship that was restrained, conflicted, and wrapped in mystery.

And Yunice couldn’t shake the feeling that Elianna’s father knew more than he ever let on.

Elianna said, “Nora’s a vegetable now. She’ll never wake up. The past doesn’t matter anymore. We’ve all been standing up for her, but the dead are gone. The living have to move on. Wyatt’s young–he can’t mourn her forever.”

She added, “Yunice, I’ve accepted that you’re with Wyatt. Everyone says you’re good for him. Since marrying you, his leg’s healed, his career’s taken off, even the Powell family keeps hitting dead ends. Pavilion Hall needs a mistress eventually. If it’s you, fine.”

Yunice gave a faint smile. There’s no such thing as a “good match.” Wyatt made his own luck.

Elianna sighed. “As for Nora… guess she just wasn’t meant for happiness.”

She fell silent after that.

It was a harsh truth–too cruel for anyone to really accept. But no one had a better answer, either.

Just then, Yunice’s phone buzzed. She looked down to see a massive deposit had come through. Freya had added a note: Sold part of the diamond rings. Still looking for buyers for the rest.

Just part of the collection had brought in 80 million dollars.

Elianna left the dressing room.

Yunice had gotten the answers she needed. She saw no reason to entertain Elianna further.

She sat down and wired 10 million dollars to Quinton–plus interest.

The moment the payment cleared, Quinton called.

“You suddenly remembered to pay me back? You’re not in trouble or anything, are you?”

Chapter 536 Different Versions, One Truth

With all the noise around Oscar’s case, Yunice should’ve been swamped. Why was she handling this now?

Yunice said, “I’ve hit a wall. There’s no new lead for now. No point in stressing.”

Quinton replied, “I’ve already got someone on it. A guy I know just got locked up–might run into Oscar. I’ll have him poke around.”

Yunice blinked. “You went that far?”

Quinton said, “It worked out. Had a fall guy ready anyway–needed to lay low for a bit.”

He wasn’t shy about it. Wyatt had just as many shady dealings.

Yunice asked, “Bobby still got enough of his meds?”

“Running low,” Quinton said. “This batch got held up at customs. I even asked Mr. Carl–couldn’t find more anywhere.”

Yunice said, “Bobby can’t miss a dose. He’s finally improving. I’ll figure something out."

“Great. Let’s tag team this,” Quinton said.

Bobby had soul-loss syndrome. Rhino horn was the only thing that helped.

And Wyatt had just bought some at a charity auction. Yunice planned to ask him once he woke.

Just then, Taylor called.

She’d been fighting with Paul for a divorce, but the Powell family kept dragging things out.

Since Mr. Gerardo died, the Kendalls were struggling financially. Kyla was scrambling to fix it, while Taylor was tangled in schemes and revenge, trying to honor her father’s legacy.

These days, Taylor was practically acting as a spy for Wyatt.

Whenever something happened with the Powell family, she’d immediately call.

“You won’t believe the drama today!” Taylor sounded amused. “Son beat up his own dad!”

Since Paul got branded and publicly humiliated by the Chang family, he had become a complete joke in Silverburgh’s elite circles.

His former allies had scattered. Most had been disowned by their families–including Paul himself.