Chapter 652 A Way Back
The bald man nearly choked—so Yunice had been hiding in his trunk all the way from the University City restaurant? That meant… she’d heard everything about Nora.
His face flushed a deep, liver-colored red. Doom was coming—he could feel it. Wyatt was going to curse him for being a brainless idiot again for sure.
Yunice turned to walk away, her voice drifting back through the wind. “No need to tell Wyatt I was here.”
“Huh?”
She opened the car door casually. “Oh, right. I forgot—you only take orders from Wyatt. You don’t have to listen to me.”
Panicked, the bald man scratched his head and hurried into the driver’s seat to serve as her chauffeur. They always said never work for husband-and-wife teams—who the hell were you supposed to listen to?
The car jolted and bumped along the road, the silence thick with awkwardness. He was a man of brute strength, not words. A fighter, not a talker.
Out of the corner of his eye, he kept sneaking glances at Yunice’s face, afraid she’d misunderstand—that she’d think Wyatt spared Nora out of affection.
After a long internal struggle, he finally muttered, “Madam… sending Nora away wasn’t about being soft. It’s just… Wyatt said he wants to walk the right path now. He’s not doing those old things anymore…”
Ugh. That came out all wrong.
Yunice raised an eyebrow. “Walk the right path?”
Seeing she didn’t lash out, the man straightened up and let his words flow. “Back in the day, folks in Silverburgh said Wyatt was ruthless. But what choice did he have? When someone’s got a knife to your neck, what’re you supposed to do? Lie down and die?”
“But it’s different now. The Powell family’s done. The old man’s hanging on by a thread. Wyatt’s status in Silverburgh is untouchable. He doesn’t need to follow the old ways anymore.”
“And of course, it’s also because of you. Wyatt says bloodshed isn’t good for girls to see too much of. He’s afraid all the bad karma might come back on you one day, so he’s told his people to start straightening out. To change.”
“Wyatt also said, if he ever has a daughter, he wants people to say, ‘Wow, lucky girl to have such a good dad,’ not throw eggs and curse her for having a scumbag father.”
Yunice was stunned for a second, then burst into laughter. She turned her head slightly, voice teasing. “And who told him he’s even going to have a daughter?”
The bald man couldn’t stand people dissing Wyatt. Without thinking, he blurted, “Wyatt’s strong as hell! He could pop out ten if he wanted! Of course he could—”
Mid-sentence, he snapped his mouth shut, shooting a nervous glance at Yunice’s expression. Wyatt might be a baby-making machine, sure—but Yunice… didn’t exactly look like the type to settle down and have kids.
Maybe Wyatt really wasn’t getting a daughter.
Picturing how Wyatt lit up whenever he talked about having a little girl, the bald man got nervous. “What man doesn’t want a daughter? Madam, you’re a doctor—why don’t you take some supplements or something? So when the time comes, you’ll give Wyatt a daughter.”
Yunice scoffed. “I don’t take supplements, and I’m not having kids. Besides, it’s the man who determines the child’s sex, not the woman.”
He blinked. “But you’re the one giving birth. So obviously it’s up to you.”
Yunice deadpanned, “Are you the doctor, or am I?”
He forced a grin. “Of course, you are, ma’am.”
“I’m a doctor. I can tell just by looking whether a man’s going to have sons or daughters.”
“What? You can see that?” The bald man gasped. “You’re not a doctor—you’re a sorcerer!”
“Okay then, tell me—how many daughters will I have?”
Yunice waved a hand. “You’ll have three sons. No daughter in your future.”
“WHAT?!” he screeched, like someone had told him the world was ending.
Yunice sat back, deeply satisfied with how thoroughly she’d annoyed him—and didn’t say another word.
Elsewhere, the cargo ship Nora had boarded continued drifting across the open sea. The moment the guards left, she slipped the ropes off her wrists with practiced ease.
Her eyes burned with obsession. What’s so great about going abroad? Why should I run? I want to win. I want everything back. I want everyone who humiliated me to pay.
She rose silently. While the guard was still away, she slung the bag Wyatt had given her around her neck and climbed the cargo shelves toward a ventilation hatch.
In one swift motion, she squeezed through the narrow, dark opening—and vanished.
Splash!
A loud thud rang out as she hit the water. But on a vast ocean, that kind of sound didn’t attract much attention. No one noticed she had escaped.
Nora swam furiously, putting as much distance between herself and the ship as she could. The cargo vessel had already gone too far from the dock. At this distance, the ocean could devour her—drag her down, leave her dead from exhaustion or drowned in the deep.
But she had no other choice.
Back in the car, the bald man was still driving, the bumps rocking the vehicle in a steady rhythm. Yunice felt a little drowsy.
She rubbed her eyes and glanced at her phone. No one could tell what page she had opened, but there it was: a high-precision map.
And on it, a single red dot was slowly moving.