Chapter 556 What Counts as Owed

At the hospital, Yunice held both wooden boxes in her arms while Wyatt stood beside her, hands stuffed in his pockets, face still cold.

Yunice waited for him to speak.

Wyatt waited for her to speak first.

A full few minutes passed – until Wyatt, impatient as always, broke the silence first, grumbling, “You wanted rhino horn. Why didn’t you just ask me? Why go to Victor?”

Yunice replied quietly, “I did ask you…”

He’d said he didn’t have any, hadn’t he?

Wyatt snapped, “Yeah, you asked. Did I ever say I wouldn’t get it for you?”

Yunice frowned. “When someone’s sick, every second counts. I didn’t have time to sit around waiting for some surprise.”

Sure, he hadn’t said no, but he hadn’t said yes either. So how was she supposed to sit there and wait on a promise that never existed?

Wyatt paused, momentum lost.

“I didn’t think I’d be able to get one,” he muttered. “So I didn’t promise. But that doesn’t mean I wasn’t trying.”

Yunice blinked in confusion. That rhino horn – hadn’t he gotten it at the charity auction?

He wasn’t lacking money. For him, it should’ve been as easy as raising a hand.

And he’d had it for a while.

Victor, on the other hand, must’ve gone through far more effort.

She glanced up, catching a flicker of Wyatt’s expression.

They had both gone out of their way to bring her the same rare gift.

If she kept sulking, it would seem ungrateful.

So Yunice softened her tone, offering a way to ease the tension. “Could you carry one of the boxes for me? My wrist really hurts… I think I sprained it in the crash.”

At her words, a flicker of guilt flashed across Wyatt’s eyes. He took both boxes from her arms, tucked them under one arm, and gently cradled her wrist with his other hand, rubbing it softly. “Does it still hurt? Maybe you should have it checked again.”

Yunice shook her head slightly. “It doesn’t hurt… not if you stop scolding me.”

Wyatt froze. He looked up at her slowly – clearly caught off guard by the line. They locked eyes for a few seconds, and he seemed… awkward. Even his stance grew stiff.

Hearing her speak so gently made him feel like a complete jerk.

He looked away and said stiffly, “I wasn’t scolding you. What I mean is, if anything comes up, I’ll handle it for you. But when you ask Victor for help, no matter what it is, if he helps you, you’ll owe him a favor, right?”

“You’re such a simple person. If you owe someone, you’ll definitely pay it back. And how could I be okay with that?”

Yunice murmured, “But… if I ask you for help… don’t I owe you a favor too?”

Wyatt lifted his brows, chest puffing up slightly. “How can I be the same as anyone else? I’m your husband. Between us, there’s no such thing as favors.”

Yunice looked up, uncertain. “So I don’t have to repay you?”

He looked left and right, rubbed the back of his neck, then muttered, “Mm.”

She couldn’t help but smile – and with that, the fight melted away. They turned and walked back together.

Midway, Yunice asked, “Can I see Nora again?”

She glanced at the two boxes in his arms. Now that she had two horns, one would be enough to cure Yuanbao.

Nora had the same symptoms. Rhino horn would work on her, too.

Yunice and Wyatt weren’t going to last. If she could wake Nora up, maybe it would be her parting gift to him.

Wyatt was silent for a good ten seconds before responding. “Isn’t your brother’s case more urgent?”

Talk about striking a nerve. The mention of Oscar instantly reminded Yunice of Morgan.

She had no idea how deep Wyatt’s hand ran in that whole case. But she wasn’t planning on confronting him outright – not when she’d lose without a doubt.

Her only option was to save Oscar before Wyatt even realized what she was doing.

She smiled and said, “My brother’s case can’t be rushed. Visiting Nora won’t take long.”

Wyatt frowned. “Why do you keep thinking about her?”

Yunice gave him a look – Shouldn’t you be the one thinking about her?

Why else keep her alive? Guard her house?

But she said nothing else. Some truths only make things harder when spoken aloud.

Back at the west wing, Elianna immediately retreated to her room.

Neither of those two lunatics were people she could afford to offend. Or outplay. Might as well play dumb and keep her head down.

Wyatt remained busy as always. The next morning, he stood behind Yunice’s vanity, carefully applying ointment to the bruises on her neck before heading out.

Elianna leaned out the window, snacking on sunflower seeds as she watched his car disappear.

“Is he really off to work, or sneaking off to see Nora again?” she muttered. “Ugh. Men. Only my dad’s ever made me feel secure.”