Chapter 631 Shadows Behind the Curtain

Standing at Wyatt’s side, Yunice could feel the weight beginning to lift, not just from herself, but from him as well.

At last, they were both leaving the ghosts of their past behind.

She turned to the doctor. “Do you have any proof of who poisoned the old man?”

“We’re still investigating.”

That night, everyone who had entered or exited Jackson’s room was questioned.

By early morning, Yunice didn’t stick around for updates. A helicopter sent her back to Med U.

Wyatt remained in Silverburgh.

Yunice had thought about taking a day off, but it turned out she had an English proficiency exam. Not wanting to miss it, she went.

Exhausted from the sleepless night, she barely made it through the thirty-minute listening section before resting her head on the desk and dozing off.

The proctor frowned and walked over, ready to tap her desk until he saw the exam sheet under her arm.

Already completed.

He huffed. Another overachiever. Not worth the trouble. He turned back toward the podium.

Yunice didn’t wake until her arm had gone numb. There were still twenty minutes left.

She sat up and noticed the seat in front of her was empty. The student had skipped the exam.

Afterward, she returned to the dorm for a nap. Her afternoon was free.

Climbing into bed, she realized the girl on the opposite bunk wasn’t there either.

Jennie and Lena had left for part-time gigs, leaving Yunice alone.

Snuggling under the covers, she sent Wyatt a sticker on WhatsApp. When he replied, she immediately video-called.

The background behind him looked barren, almost like a wilderness. A corrugated steel shack loomed behind him.

“What are you up to?”

Wyatt answered, “Interrogating a few people.”

Then quickly changed the topic: “Don’t go pick up the pottery on your own. Wait for me – we’ll go together.”

Yunice pushed her hair behind her ear. “I couldn’t pick it up now even if I wanted to. The shop said it’ll take three days to fire everything.”

Wyatt added, “That woman you saw last night at the Powell estate—we found out who she is.

“She slipped into Jensen’s yard. There’s an underground tunnel from his room that leads outside."

An underground tunnel?

A sneaky woman?

Yunice immediately thought of Jensen’s plan for a second child.

His body was shot, but his sperm was still usable. Yunice had heard through Mr. Carl that Jensen had been pursuing IVF for a while – even implanting multiple embryos at once to increase chances.

Was that woman one of the surrogates?

She exhaled. Messy as it was, it was hardly shocking. This kind of arrangement was standard practice in powerful families.

Once the baby was born, they’d say it was his wife’s – an heir with a clean identity.

But even if Jensen managed to have a whole brood outside, it wouldn’t change the fact that he was useless now. No one cared who the woman was.

After ending the call, Yunice pulled the curtain around her bed, intending to sleep.

That’s when the dorm door creaked open with an eerie, deliberate slowness.

Yunice’s eyes shot open. She peeked through a gap in the curtain.

Jennie and Lena never entered that way.

Sure enough, a pair of eyes peered in through the crack, checking if anyone was inside. The figure tiptoed in.

No sound from her shoes. Silent.

Jennie and Lena’s bed curtains were open, clearly unoccupied. So the woman locked her gaze on Yunice’s bed.

As the intruder drew closer, Yunice’s hand closed around the sharp, carved wooden hairpin she kept under her pillow.

Just as the woman leaned in to peek through her curtain—

Yunice grabbed her wrist and yanked it tight. With her other hand, she threw the curtain open.

“Ahhh!”

“Let me go!”

The woman shrieked in panic, flailing wildly.

But Yunice held fast, not letting her escape.

Once she finally calmed down, trembling and avoiding Yunice’s gaze, Yunice narrowed her eyes. “It’s you…

“You were the one at the Powell estate last night, weren’t you?”

No wonder the woman had looked familiar. She was one of Yunice’s own dormmates—the one who always kept her curtain drawn.

She hadn’t returned to the dorm the night before because she was sneaking around the Powell estate.

And clearly, she’d recognized Yunice last night too. That’s why she came snooping the moment she got back—to confirm what Yunice knew.

Yunice’s tone turned icy. “Why were you eavesdropping on our conversation?”

The woman flinched, unable to meet Yunice’s eyes. “I wasn’t spying! I just… accidentally saw you…”

She’d only been curious. What was a med student like Yunice doing at the Powell estate? So she lingered, listening a little longer.