Chapter 647 Unspoken Past

Lauric curled her lip at Nora, mocking her defeat.

Before Nora could fire back, Wyatt’s men dragged her away.

As she watched Nora struggle, unwilling to leave, Laurie scoffed, “If Yunice had even half that fire in her, would she have let this pathetic clown act go on?”

From the upper floor, Laurie watched Nora get shoved into a car and driven off down the alleyway. Then she turned to Wyatt and asked, “So you’re really just sending her away? No other punishment?”

She shot Wyatt a look of disdain. “Don’t tell me she was right–that you still feel sorry for her. You even told Yunice you’d spoken to Nora. What? Did you actually catch feelings for her?”

Wyatt asked, “Yunice told you that?”

“Yeah,” Laurie said. “I’m real close with Yunice. Whether the two of you make it or not… might depend on me in the end. You know how she is–tight-lipped like her mouth’s been glued shut with industrial adhesive. If you won’t talk and she won’t talk, I’m the one stuck being anxious for you two.”

Wyatt stayed silent for a moment, then gestured for Laurie to come with him to the private room to talk.

Laurie plopped down in her seat, turned sideways, and poured herself a cup of tea with one hand. “Alright, be straight with me. What exactly was between you and Nora? Were you involved or not? Did you like her or not? Look, I may want you and Yunice together, but you know I hate nothing more than a man who-”

“We were never involved,” Wyatt cut in. “And I never had feelings for her.”

“I remember when you first laid eyes on Yunice, your gut reaction was to kick her out of the company. You hated Nora so much, you projected it onto Yunice. My case was the opposite.”

Laurie frowned sharply. “Wait, so you mean you hated Yunice because she reminded you of Nora? Does that mean you liked Nora?”

“No,” Wyatt replied. “It’s because they looked alike.”

“You know,” Laurie said slowly, “people always wondered–why did you accept Nora, even though everyone knew the Powell family planted her on purpose?”

It wasn’t just Laurie who questioned it–everyone had. Back then, people assumed Wyatt had fallen for her at first sight.

Wyatt said, “Because I couldn’t accept someone like Yunice being treated like a toy.”

Laurie didn’t find this romantic at all. Instead, she slammed the table in anger and stood up. “Wyatt, I was dead wrong about you! You couldn’t stand seeing Nora used and humiliated, but you had no problem letting Yunice be crushed by Paul, locked away in that asylum, tortured–and you never showed up, not even once. You call that love?”

Wyatt’s gaze darkened, but he didn’t argue. The cigarette in his hand bent in half, unlit.

Laurie’s voice shook with rage. “Do you think Yunice doesn’t feel the same way? You know why she won’t take a step forward? Because she can’t trust you. She told me herself–three whole years, a thousand days, locked up in that hell, and not a single person came for her or helped her. She said if someone really loved her, really cared, how could they turn a blind eye? She doesn’t believe you love her. Do you get that?”

“I get it,” Wyatt said quietly. “But I can’t go back and rewrite the past.”

If he had known what Yunice had been going through, he would have done whatever it took to get her out.

But back then, he genuinely thought Yunice was hopelessly in love with Paul. So how could he steal her away? What could he even offer? And if he did manage to take her, where would he hide her?

That was the lowest point in his life–the time when the Powell family was crushing him the hardest.

Look what happened to Nora for siding with him. Wasn’t that painful enough?

Laurie’s eyes trembled, as if she was suddenly seeing a piece of the puzzle everyone else had missed.

Power. Timing. Public opinion. Secret feelings. Coincidence.

Back then, everyone believed Yunice loved Paul with reckless abandon, to the point she didn’t even value her own life.

People mocked her. She was a target of public scorn. But the people around her tried to silence her instead of listening. Betrayed by her own brother, she didn’t even know who she could cry to.

And Wyatt? What role did he play?

He and Paul were at each other’s throats, a battle of deception and traps.

Wyatt didn’t trust anyone around Paul, and Paul’s people treated Wyatt like a wild beast.

Yunice had no idea Wyatt had feelings for her. So how could she possibly ask him for help?

Every time they crossed paths, she turned and ran.

And every time she ran, Wyatt assumed she hated him too–that she was loyal to Paul and saw him as an enemy.

People who aren’t loved have no confidence. Wyatt was no different.

He never stole Yunice away. Never hid her somewhere safe. If he had, maybe she wouldn’t have had to survive all that alone.

Laurie thought back to that era too–when Wellinges Pharma was a rising force in Silverburgh, struggling to survive.

Powell Corporation was the reigning giant, rallying all the business associations to crush Wyatt together.

Back then, it wasn’t just about competing for business–Wyatt was literally fighting to stay alive.

Nora ended up in a coma, and Wyatt came out crippled. If Yunice had been with him then, maybe she would’ve faced something worse than that asylum.