Chapter 653 The Ones Who Pretend, The Ones Who Know

Yunice murmured, “She’s moving in the opposite direction?”

She hadn’t hidden in that trunk just to watch Nora be sent away.

Yunice had long suspected that Nora had been faking her condition these past few years.

What kind of healthy person could lie still on a hospital bed for three or four years straight–unmoving, constantly cared for, with her privacy trampled on?

That kind of endurance, that kind of tenacity–someone like that wouldn’t crumble easily under pressure.

So, to test Nora’s choices and clear any future threats, Yunice had slipped a tracker into the bag Wyatt had prepared for Nora while riding in the trunk.

The bag contained Nora’s documents. There was no way she’d throw it away.

Sure enough, not even thirty minutes had passed before the red dot began to drift… backward.

Yunice frowned. Should I tell Wyatt?

Elsewhere, Jordan stepped out of a company meeting and made an urgent call to Wyatt.

“Wyatt, just as you predicted–Nora didn’t stay put. She’s already reconnected with Paul. He picked her up at sea and is secretly bringing her back to Silverburgh.”

Wyatt sneered. “Fool.”

Jordan agreed. “You can’t bargain with a beast. Nora’s lost it. She used to be a victim–now she’s siding with her abuser, becoming just like him. It’s sick.”

Wyatt said coldly, “Keep eyes on her. I don’t care who she wants revenge on–but the moment she threatens Yunice, deal with her. Immediately.”

Jordan replied, “Understood.”

After hanging up, Wyatt’s unease deepened. He called Laurie next.

“It’s been four hours. Why haven’t I heard anything from Yunice?”

Had Laurie even played the damn recording?

Laurie, slurping spaghetti with her phone squeezed between her neck and shoulder, mumbled, “The recording? Oh, I asked her dormmate to drop it off. If she hasn’t responded, she probably hasn’t seen it yet.”

Wyatt gritted his teeth. “You said you’d talk to her yourself. That was your idea of ‘personally‘?!”

Laurie replied lazily, “I meant to, but she wasn’t around. Yunice’s not a cat you can just scoop up anytime. She’s got her own life. She’s not at anyone’s beck and call.

And if you’re so desperate, why don’t you call her yourself? Why yell at me? Oh- wait–could it be the mighty devil of Silverburgh is… too scared?”

She cackled.

Wyatt barked back, “Stuff your face, why don’t you! Surprised you haven’t choked to death!”

And hung up.

Still chewing, Laurie scoffed. “Ugh. Talk to me like that? Fine. Your problem now.”

She smirked and dialed Yunice’s number. “Let’s see how you like this. I’ll jam her line. Let’s see how many missed calls you rack up while I’m keeping her busy.”

After just three rings, Yunice picked up.

Laurie grinned to herself. Too slow, Wyatt. You snooze, you lose.

“Laurie? What’s up?”

Still twirling her pasta, Laurie replied through a mouthful of meat sauce, “Something big. Real big.”

Yunice’s voice immediately turned serious. “Go ahead.”

Laurie took another bite and said nonchalantly, “I went to see Wyatt today.”

Yunice already knew that. She’d followed Laurie and discovered Wyatt had sent Nora away.

Laurie continued, “We had a deep chat. I even asked why he let Nora go… Oh, and by the way, he said he’s been in love with you since he hit puberty at twelve. Total creep.”

Then she blurted, “Laurie!”

Laurie chuckled wickedly. “I’m not kidding. If you don’t believe me, go listen to the recording. Your dormmate left it for you–inside the stuffed toy by your bed. Oh, and Wyatt cursed me out just now, so don’t you dare answer his calls for the next three tries. If you do, I’m failing your lab report.”

Yunice sat stunned as Laurie hung up with a quick, “I’m done talking.”

Just then, the bald man pulled the car to a stop. “Ma’am, we’re at the med school.”

He scratched his head sheepishly. “I won’t walk you in. Don’t wanna scare your classmates with my face, haha.”

Yunice got out alone, still mulling over the recording Laurie mentioned.

What would Wyatt say on it?

For once, she skipped class entirely and headed straight back to the dorm.

“Yunice? Don’t you have class today?” Jennie was in front of the mirror, touching up her makeup. She had no classes and was heading out for a date.

Yunice fibbed, saying she wasn’t feeling well, then climbed onto her bed and casually asked, “Hey, did anyone ask you to drop something off for me?”

Chapter 654 The Fourth Call