Chapter 562 Old Shadows and New Storms

If Elsie really had been killed by Morgan, wouldn’t that mean Oscar was finally in the clear?

Yunice didn’t seem too thrilled by the thought. “I’m going back to my room,” she said flatly.

Elianna blinked in surprise. Once Yunice had gone upstairs, she turned to Wyatt. “Why is she in a worse mood than you are?”

Logically speaking, if Oscar was about to be cleared of suspicion, Yunice should be the happiest person in the house.

Still, Elianna quickly moved on to gossip. “So, Wyatt–now that Morgan made the news, how are you planning to smooth things over?”

“Ugh…”

Wyatt ignored her and walked right past, heading upstairs after Yunice.

Yunice sat in front of her vanity, brushing her hair and removing her makeup.

Wyatt’s voice was low. “What’s wrong with you?”

Why was she upset about Morgan getting arrested?

Yunice replied, “Nothing.”

“…Speak.” Wyatt turned her face toward him by the chin.

Yunice met his eyes, clearly annoyed. “You’re still going to help Morgan, aren’t you? Even though he framed my brother?”

Wyatt fell silent.

Her hand gripped the brush tightly, eyes turning red.

Seeing that she was genuinely upset, Wyatt finally said, “We don’t even know the full truth yet. And now you’re blaming me?”

“Oh please. You already-” She caught herself before she could say too much and quickly changed course. “You love Nora, don’t you? You’ve been doing everything you can for her family. If Morgan goes to prison, how will you explain that to Nora?”

As she spoke, Yunice threw a sidelong glance at him, acting a little smug–like she wanted to sting him.

Wyatt tilted his head at her, but she looked away.

Several quiet seconds passed.

Wyatt reached out to pull her up.

Yunice brushed him off.

He caught her wrist easily, voice gentler this time. “Come to the station with me?”

Yunice looked down, rubbing her wrist. “Don’t act all righteous in front of me if you’re going to do something else behind my back.”

Wyatt tugged her to her feet. “Let’s go.”

She followed him with a dragging gait, like a sulky ox being pulled by the reins.

Wyatt opened a drawer and sifted through several car keys, eventually picking one.

Yunice noticed it was an old key—the paint on the fob had even worn off.

When they got to the underground garage, Wyatt pressed the button, and the mechanical lift kicked in with a whir. A car descended from the upper platform.

Wyatt walked over and drove it out.

Yunicè stood aside, watching as the vehicle rolled into the light.

A H9…

She instinctively looked at the license plate, though it was different from what it had been four or five years ago.

From the clean tire marks, it was obvious the car hadn’t been driven in ages.

As it pulled up, she placed her hand on the door. A wave of nostalgia hit her like a flood.

Elianna’s father used to drive this exact car. Even the little hand–painted trim near the damaged edge looked exactly the same.

Wyatt tapped on her window, silently asking what she was spacing out for.

Yunice got in, fingers brushing the door as memories stirred.

Wyatt asked what was on her mind.

She hesitated. She wanted to ask him–was he there the night Elianna’s father helped her?

But she thought back to their last conversation. If he didn’t bring it up then, it probably meant he didn’t remember.

In the end, she said nothing.

Wyatt waited a few more seconds before starting the car and driving off.

Yunice had assumed he would at least use his connections to get some intel at the station, maybe make a show of being fair in front of her.

But he didn’t.

Before they got out of the car, Wyatt rummaged through a box in the back seat and pulled out two black baseball caps and face masks.

He handed one set to Yunice.

She curiously examined it.

But Wyatt had already put his on and stepped out of the car.

He walked around to her door, bracing one hand on it and signaling her with his eyes.

“We’re sneaking in with the reporters.”

Yunice turned and saw that the area outside the station was crawling with press.

Some were openly staking out the front entrance. Others, dressed in camouflage, were hiding in the bushes.

The strangest ones were perched in trees with massive zoom lenses.

Yunice frowned and whispered, “You’re not using your connections?”

Wyatt scanned the area calmly. “If I show my face, it’ll be a mess.”

But since they were already here, Yunice had no choice but to pull on the disguise and follow his lead.

Just as Wyatt was about to move, his phone rang from inside his coat pocket.

He paused and glanced at it–it was a call from Madam Mary.

Yunice pursed her lips. Of course she knew why Madam Mary was calling now.

Wyatt frowned and answered. “Hello.”

Madam Mary’s heart sank the moment she realized he hadn’t greeted her like he usually did.

She knew Morgan had been spiraling out of control these past couple of years, becoming more reckless and harder to manage. And she also knew Wyatt had grown colder toward the family because of it.

What terrified her most was the possibility that this time, Wyatt really wouldn’t help clean up Morgan’s mess.