Chapter 557 The Man Who Saved Her

To be honest, Elianna was pretty disappointed in Wyatt. Ever since she realized he was stringing along two women, his image in her heart had come crashing down from the heavens.

She paced her room restlessly, then took out her father’s portrait and carefully wiped it clean again.

Though he had passed away three years ago, that frame was spotless. It was her spiritual anchor.

As she rambled softly to her father’s photo, a knock came at the door.

Thinking it was a maid delivering lunch, Elianna didn’t even look up. “Come in.”

The doorknob turned, and Yunice stepped inside.

Seeing Elianna’s back to her, Yunice stopped at a distance and said, “Elianna.”

Elianna flinched and spun around. “Why is it you?!”

Startled, she shot to her feet, and the portrait in her hands slipped and fell to the floor.

Yunice quickly moved to pick it up. But when her eyes landed on the photo, she froze.

Elianna snapped back to her senses and snatched the portrait away, holding it behind her. “What are you trying to do with my dad’s picture?!”

Yunice gave a quiet laugh. “What could I possibly do to a photo?”

She looked at it again. “That’s your dad?”

There was something strange in Yunice’s eyes–something Elianna couldn’t quite read. Frowning, she didn’t answer but looked deeply guarded.

Yunice’s voice warmed, a faint joy in her tone. “Did you know? Your father saved my life four years ago. I still remember him. He left his coat in my car–I’ve kept it at the dry cleaner this whole time, and I’ve always meant to return it to him with his phone…”

Her words faltered.

This was a memorial portrait.

Elianna’s father was already gone. He had died in the steel mill accident, sacrificing himself to prevent a catastrophe and save hundreds of workers.

The man Yunice had long wanted to thank had… quietly passed away.

Her throat tightened. When she looked at Elianna again, her gaze was full of reverence–like she was seeing a treasured relic of someone irreplaceable.

Elianna was creeped out. She shouted, “What’s with that look?! And when the hell did my dad save you? Stop trying to manipulate me–I’m not falling for any of it! I don’t care about you and Wyatt. Just leave me out of it!”

Trying to prove herself, Yunice continued, “Back then, your dad was driving a red Hongqi H9. The license plate was all matching numbers…”

Elianna sneered. “That’s Wyatt’s car. Anyone in Beijing knows that.”

“My dad was Wyatt’s driver. Of course you’d know the plate number.”

Yunice said firmly, “He was driving that car when he saved me on Xiangjiang Road.”

Elianna rolled her eyes. “Even more impossible.”

Yunice frowned. “Why are you so sure?”

“Because you’re lying,” Elianna said sharply. “That car was Wyatt’s personal vehicle. It’s not registered under the company, and no one can track it. He only uses it for private trips. Normally, he drives it himself. My dad wasn’t even allowed to ride in it.”

She paused and narrowed her eyes. “There were a few rare exceptions when he let my dad drive–but Wyatt was always there.”

She stared Yunice down. “So if my dad was driving when he saved you, then you must’ve seen Wyatt. Did you?”

Then she added coldly, “I don’t believe for a second that if you’d seen him, you wouldn’t remember.”

And she was right.

Yunice hadn’t seen anyone else that night.

All she remembered was Elianna’s father stepping out like a beam of light. That moment was burned into her memory.

Still, she pressed. “There wasn’t even one exception?”

She couldn’t believe that Elianna’s father had never driven that car alone.

If Wyatt had been there, why didn’t he remember it when I brought it up?

Elianna said, “Don’t believe me? Let’s check.”

Yunice blinked. “Check… how?”

Elianna pulled a phone out from a drawer. “I’m a coward. My dad used to send me a message every time he left the house.”

“When exactly did this happen?”

Yunice replied, “February 3rd, 20XX. Around 11:30 PM.”

Elianna typed quickly, searching her chat history. Her eyes lingered on the screen.

Yunice leaned in. On the screen were the following messages:

“Sweetheart, go to bed early. I will be home really late tonight.”

Elianna: “How late?”

Dad: “Around 1 or 2 in the morning.”

Elianna: “That’s not late at all. I’ll wait up. I want a midnight snack!”

Dad: “Be good. Don’t stay up.”

Yunice’s eyes drifted to the timestamp–just after midnight.

Her chest tightened. The timing matched exactly.