Chapter 612 The Point of No Return

Yunice realized the biker was right–if she called the cops now, Owen wouldn’t have enough time to cover his tracks. That meant Owen, Timothy, and Peggy would all be exposed and punished accordingly.

Should she report them? Should she put an end to the Saunders family’s long-standing cycle of vengeance?

A loud hum filled her head for several seconds. It wasn’t until the biker called her name again, his voice growing closer through the receiver, that she snapped back to reality.

“No. Don’t call the police,” she said firmly.

Yunice’s voice trembled slightly. “If I do that now, what happens to Timothy? He’s a buyer–uneducated, dirt poor. Back in the mountains, he paid three thousand dollars to buy Lily… and with her, he got Elsie. He even took my father’s life.”

She went on, “But when Lily was rescued, Timothy faced zero consequences. Instead, Owen paid him thirty thousand dollars just so he’d agree to give Elsie up. The law doesn’t punish people like him.”

Today, Timothy had stormed into the Saunders residence, extorted Owen, made a scene. Even if she did report it, whatever punishment he got would never measure up to his crimes.

They didn’t deserve the easy way out.

The biker hesitated. “You’re sure? If this keeps going, Owen and Timothy are going to burn in hell together.”

He was worried about her–worried that she’d regret this. After all, Owen was her brother.

Yunice was silent for a few seconds. Then, in a cold, quiet voice, she said, “That’s their choice. I won’t interfere with their karma. I’m just a bystander.”

Yes. She’d never tried to hurt anyone. It was the monsters inside them that led things to this point. That wasn’t on her.

She hung up. Her phone slipped out of her hand and landed on the bed.

Something inside her was churning. She clawed at her own hair, unsure what exactly she was feeling.

It made her nauseous. Physically sick.

She stumbled down from the top bunk and rushed into the bathroom. Dropping to her knees, she vomited into the toilet.

“Dad… all of us in the Saunders family… none of us are clean anymore…”

Owen. Herself. None of them were the innocent kids they once were. They’d been poisoned–twisted–with venomous thoughts and cruel tactics, all turned against their own.

She didn’t know if what she did was right. But if she didn’t do it, she couldn’t live with herself.

Then I’ll go to hell with Owen, she thought, as long as Oscar stays out of it.

“Yunice, are you okay?” Jennie and Lena knocked on the bathroom door. “Are you having altitude sickness or something? We’ve got meds if you need them. We all had the same reaction when we first arrived.”

Yunice rinsed her face slowly, then stepped out, forcing a small smile. “I’m fine.”

Jennie and Lena looked at her pale face, unconvinced.

“You’re shaking,” Lena said with concern. “You sure it’s not low blood sugar or something? Maybe sit down. You really don’t look okay.”

“I promise, I’m fine. Just some old symptoms–I’ll be better soon,” Yunice replied, brushing off their concern.

She walked to her desk and sat down under their watchful eyes.

Just then, the dorm door flung open with a loud slam. Yunice instinctively looked over.

A girl strolled in, dressed maturely–borderline provocative. Her eyes swept over Yunice with thinly veiled disdain. Without a word, she tossed her bag onto her bed and locked herself in the bathroom with a loud bang.

“She won’t be out for at least two hours,” Jennie muttered.

“Yeah, she always waits until lights out before she comes out and gets in bed. Been like that since the semester started…”

“Yunny, if you need to wash up, you can use the bathroom across the hall. The girls over there are super chill.”

Yunice nodded, not planning to get involved in her roommates‘ drama.

She was only staying for a month, after all.

When lights went out, Jennie and Lena pulled their curtains shut and settled in for the night.

Yunice remained at her desk, illuminated only by a small nightlight.

She wasn’t reading. Wasn’t working.

Just sitting, staring into space.

She heard the bathroom door open. The girl must’ve finished removing her makeup. Yunice didn’t bother turning to look.

More than half an hour passed, The dorm grew completely quiet.

Yunice still didn’t feel the slightest bit sleepy. She glanced at her phone; it was already 11 p.m.

No messages. Everyone must’ve gone to bed by now.

She stood, walked into the bathroom, and opened the ventilation window.

Peered out.

After a few moments, she climbed through.

Then–nimbly and without hesitation–she started to descend from the third floor, climbing down along the air conditioner pipes.