Chapter 573 Acknowledgments
“Come on,” Wyatt said. “We’re adults. Who doesn’t have a couple of past relationships? You were engaged to Paul for ten years–I never held that against you. So why can’t you let go of mine? Is that fair?”
Yunice replied, “But Nora was willing to die for you.”
And she had actually done it.
Wyatt answered, “I owe her. I can repay that debt. But just because she saved me doesn’t mean I have to repay her with love.”
“She and I broke up before her accident. I feel responsible for her–but I don’t love her.”
Yunice blinked, stunned. Wyatt rarely spoke so directly about his relationship with Nora.
If they had already broken up before Nora’s accident, then Yunice wasn’t a homewrecker after all.
That lifted a weight from her chest–but she still didn’t completely trust his words.
After all, men lie.
The next day, Wyatt asked Yunice to come to the office with him.
“I’m not going,” Yunice said. “I need to study. Finals are coming up. If I don’t pass, I won’t get credit, and it’ll affect my graduation.”
Wyatt closed her book. “There’s room for you at my desk.”
Yunice frowned and stared him down.
Wyatt didn’t flinch. He looked right back at her.
She sighed. “What are you even trying to do now?”
“Build our relationship,” he replied. “Look, I’m busy with work and social events all day. You’re always studying at home. We barely spend time together, and when we do, we’re always fighting. And you never text me during the day.”
“I want a real relationship with you, not some act. Come to work with me.”
He pulled her to her feet, insistent.
From the second-floor railing, Elianna rested her chin in her hands, watching them leave. “So boring… Maybe I should find a man too?”
In the car, Wyatt strapped Yunice into the passenger seat and started the engine. “From now on, I’ll take you everywhere. Watch closely and see if I ever go to meet Nora.”
“I…” Yunice was at a loss.
Sometimes Wyatt was completely unpredictable–hard to read. Other times, he hit you head-on with such direct honesty, you didn’t know how to respond.
Yunice usually took the VIP elevator straight to Wyatt’s office. But today, he insisted on holding her hand and parading her through the main office, right in front of the secretarial team.
To everyone who looked their way, he introduced her plainly. “This is my wife.”
Yunice quickly texted Laurie for help.
Within minutes, Laurie showed up with her white coat draped over her shoulders like a cape, walking with wide strides like a boss.
“Hey, Mr. Wyatt,” Laurie said, tapping his shoulder with the folder under her arm to get his attention. “Mind lending her to me for a bit? Jacky’s out today. I’m swamped.”
She was talking about Yunice, obviously.
Yunice gave Wyatt a hopeful look. Please let me go. Please don’t make me endure all this staring.
Wyatt glanced at Laurie. “No.”
Laurie pressed on, “Her internship paperwork still needs my signature. She’s got one last practical to finish. You want her to fail and delay graduation?”
At the words “your wife,” Wyatt’s eyebrows lifted slightly.
Seizing the chance, Laurie grabbed Yunice by the wrist. “I’m taking her. If you want her back, come pick her up at the lab.”
She turned decisively.
Yunice shot Wyatt one last look. He didn’t stop them.
Delighted, she quickly followed Laurie.
But just then, Laurie came to an abrupt halt.
Yunice followed her gaze–and froze in place, as if struck by lightning.
Down the hallway, Maine was pushing a wheelchair.
In it sat Nora.
A thin blanket was draped over her legs. She wore a white shirt dress. Her long black hair hung neatly around her pale, delicate face.
From a distance, she looked eerily similar to Yunice–maybe 70% alike.
Laurie stared for a moment. When she realized who it was–her former colleague who’d been gone for three years–her expression flickered, then quickly returned to normal. She tugged Yunice.
“Come on.”
But Yunice didn’t budge. She was rooted in place, eyes locked on Nora.
Laurie glanced at Wyatt, trying to read the situation.
Wyatt hadn’t been paying attention–until he noticed Yunice wasn’t moving. Then he turned, smiling at first.
But the moment he saw Nora getting closer, his smile faded. His face darkened, unreadable.
Nora stopped in front of them.
The wheelchair halted. Maine gave Yunice a disdainful glare.
Nora offered a soft, gentle smile. “Hello, Mrs. Cooper.”
Was she letting go?
Yunice responded, “Hello.”
Nora continued, “Please don’t misunderstand. I’m only here to gather some personal things I left behind three years ago.”
Maine scoffed. “Nora used to work at Wellinges Pharma. She didn’t get a chance to clean out her stuff before the accident. Her department may be gone now, but her things should still be around.”