Chapter 632 Blood Price for a Secret
Yunice’s voice dropped low as she continued to stare into the woman’s evasive eyes. “So now you know who I am?”
The fear on the woman’s face said it all.
Yunice’s expression softened slightly. “You’re pregnant–with Jensen’s baby, right?”
A woman’s features change when she’s pregnant. Yunice had noticed it the moment she first saw her.
The woman stared at Yunice in shock, then quickly backed away in fear. “I’m not involved with Jensen! I only took his money and agreed to the procedure! But don’t worry, I’ll get rid of the baby…”
Yunice didn’t even know how she’d scared her this badly. “Why were you at the Powell family estate?”
“I… Jensen didn’t send this month’s nutritional allowance, so I went to find him… but he wasn’t home…”
Yunice pressed on. “You knew he wasn’t there. Yet instead of leaving, you snooped around. What were you trying to do?”
There was a hidden tunnel in Jensen’s courtyard. If this woman had wanted to leave, she easily could have. Why did she go deeper into Powell territory and risk being caught?
Was she gambling–hoping to trade the baby for status?
Sweat beaded on the woman’s nose. Her panicked emotions gave away that she was hiding more.
Yunice tightened her grip and pressed, “If you know who my husband is, then you should know what happens to people who fall into his hands.”
Better to tell her now than let her face Wyatt directly.
The woman’s face contorted with indecision. After a few minutes, her furrowed brows finally lifted. “Can you give me money?”
She glanced around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, then said urgently, “I have a secret about the Powell family. If you pay me, I’ll give it to you.”
Her eyes welled up. “Please… help me…”
Yunice asked calmly, “Why are you asking me?”
Tears streamed down the woman’s face. “I have no choice. If I don’t speak now, I’ll die! And… you gave us stuffed toys… You can’t be as bad as them, right…?”
Yunice stepped down from the bunk. “The one thing I don’t lack is money.”
“But I need to see what your information is worth.”
The woman quickly reached into her bra and pulled out a USB drive. “I filmed something at the Powell estate…”
Yunice accepted it coolly. The woman added, “Old Mr. Powell was poisoned by Paul!”
Yunice tightened her fingers around the USB. “And this is?”
“It’s a full video of Paul poisoning him! I recorded everything!”
Yunice didn’t check it right away. Instead, she asked, “You’ve already exposed yourself. Why come back to the dorm?”
The woman looked embarrassed. First, she had gambled that Yunice was still in Silverburgh and wouldn’t be back. Second…
“My documents and luggage are still here…”
Yunice asked, “So you’re planning to run?”
The woman replied, “The Powell family’s too dangerous. Paul’s been trying to get rid of my baby this whole time. If I stay, I’ll die…”
“And I know they’ve been drained dry. Otherwise, Jensen wouldn’t be struggling to pay even a hundred thousand in nutritional costs…”
Yunice glanced at her belly. Looked to be three or four months along. “You’re not keeping it?”
The woman picked at her fingers. “No… I’m not.”
Yunice turned to her desk, pulled out a blank check, and filled in a figure.
“Five hundred thousand. I’m buying your video. After this, we’re strangers.”
The woman stood frozen, seemingly stunned that it had been settled so easily.
Yunice had already climbed back to the top bunk with her laptop, clearly planning to verify the video.
Still holding the check, the woman snapped out of it and rushed to pack her things.
After reviewing the footage and confirming it could serve as evidence, Yunice immediately forwarded it to Wyatt.
His call came seconds later.
He was baffled. How had she gotten her hands on such crucial evidence so quickly?
Wasn’t she just napping in the dorm?
There was a hint of pride in Yunice’s voice. “Guess I got lucky. That woman who broke into Jensen’s place last night? She’s my roommate.”
Wyatt’s breath hitched. “And now?”
Catching the worry in his voice, Yunice said, “She only wanted money. After selling the video, she left. Probably off to hide somewhere no one can find her.”
Wyatt pinched the bridge of his nose. “I can’t even take my eyes off you for a second…”
From Count
They had just separated, and already something this statistically unlikely had happened in her dorm?
Did she even realize how dangerous it could’ve been if the woman had lost control or had other intentions?
She hadn’t messaged him in advance for protection. Instead, she’d handled everything on her own.
Wyatt sounded frustrated. “What if she attacked you? Could you fight her off?”
Yunice raised an eyebrow and murmured, “I thought you’d praise me.”
Then her voice dropped with disappointment. “I really thought I was doing you a huge favor…”
Wyatt sighed. “…That’s not what I meant.”
Yunice added, “Was it my fault I ended up sharing a room with her?”
“If I’d known, I wouldn’t have sent it to you at all. Then I wouldn’t have to hear all this.”
“I…” Wyatt couldn’t get a single word out. In the end, he gave in with a sigh. “Fine. It’s all my fault. You did nothing wrong.”