Chapter 584 The Price of Pity
Yunice frowned, clearly annoyed. "Doesn't she have anything better to do?"
Why go to such exhausting lengths to cling to a man who's already married?
When she spotted a couple riding past on an electric scooter, she rolled down the window. "Excuse me, could I ask a favor?"
The couple eyed her warily, especially when she held out a stack of hundred-dollar bills. Suspicion crept into their expressions—it probably looked like some elaborate scam.
Yunice pointed to the woman lying in the distance. "Could you help her into her wheelchair and take her to the hospital? This is for your trouble."
"Don't worry, I'm not a scammer. You can record everything, just in case."
Tempted by the money, the couple decided to take the risk. The woman even recorded the whole thing, clearly afraid of being blamed for something.
Once they headed off toward Nora, Yunice rolled the window back up, and Wyatt drove off without another glance.
True to their word, the couple helped Nora back into her wheelchair. Nora immediately started looking around, trying to find Wyatt’s car.
But he was long gone.
Still, Nora quickly convinced herself. "Wyatt holds grudges. He’s probably still angry with me. If I hadn’t caused Mr. Fiona’s death, he’d have forgiven me sooner…"
Mr. Fiona?
A sudden spark lit up Nora’s eyes—an idea.
Back in the car, Yunice received the video from the couple. It showed Nora in her wheelchair, captured from behind.
Nora had refused their offer to take her to the hospital and had wheeled herself away instead.
"She's safe," Yunice reported.
"I don't care," Wyatt said, brows furrowed.
"Do you really not love her at all?" she asked.
"Dated her, never loved her."
It was a brutally honest answer and a little cruel.
Dating doesn't always mean love. Adults make choices. That's all.
Yunice didn't romanticize relationships. She wasn't the type to nitpick his words—she simply nodded.
“Good. Next time I see her, I’ll know what to do.”
“What are you planning?”
“If you don’t love her, then be firm about it. That’s better for everyone.”
In her eyes, being ruthless wasn't necessarily a bad thing. The earlier you woke up from a lie, the sooner you could move on. Better a clean break than wasting your youth in a slow-burning tragedy.
Wyatt glanced at her. "So you're planning to treat me the same way?"
He leaned toward her, eyes locking on hers. "I know what you're thinking. But don't even try to run from me."
When they got married, Yunice had only been focused on surviving Wyatt's schemes. She never expected him to be so… persistent.
Two days later, the special task force made a huge breakthrough in the Elsie case.
They found traces of Morgan’s skin cells on the murder weapon—conclusive DNA evidence.
It was the final nail in the coffin: Morgan had killed Elsie.
And Oscar? For the first time, there was a glimmer of hope.
When he was arrested, his bloodwork had shown traces of sedatives. Back then, it was written off—just cold meds with drowsy side effects. Nothing serious.
But with Morgan now confirmed as the killer, it was possible Oscar had been framed. Maybe the sedative had rendered him groggy, and someone had planted the weapon on him to stage a second suspect.
Next steps would include detailed fingerprint analysis—checking angles, grip patterns, and pressure points to determine whether Oscar had ever actually held the knife.
This progress lit a fire of hope in Yunice.
Still, major cases take months to fully resolve. Until the final report came through, Oscar would remain behind bars.
But while Yunice felt buoyant with hope, the Johnson family grew increasingly frantic.
What they did wasn’t her concern.
All Yunice knew was that when she was in a good mood, everything felt easier.
So when Paul called again—this time from yet another new number—she actually picked up.
His first words were bursting with ambition. "I'm investing the full 100 billion!"
Yunice didn't even flinch. "Mr. Paul, we have internal asset verification systems. According to our reports, you don't even have close to that. We suspect fraud. We won't be taking your business."
She was about to hang up when Paul shouted, "Wait!"
"Just three seconds! Please, just three seconds!" he begged, clearly fumbling with something on the other end.