Chapter 708 The Breaking Point

“She says you two quarreling shouldn’t involve her. She’s old, can’t take the stress.”

Wyatt stood silent.

Then he snapped, “Yunice too? She won’t even see me?”

The housekeeper replied, “Ms. Laurie says there’s no one else at home. You should look somewhere else.”

Wyatt had no words left.

He stepped back, lifting his head to stare up at the small townhouse.

At that moment, the light in one of the rooms turned off.

Behind him, the door was quietly shut by the housekeeper.

Wyatt stared at the window that had just gone dark, then pulled out his phone and called Yunice.

Unsurprisingly, she didn’t answer.

She was lying in bed, tucked beneath the covers, sitting upright as she stared blankly into the dim glow of moonlight.

Wyatt sent her a message: “There’s news about Oscar’s case.”

Of course there was.

Yunice had deliberately fed that information to the police–claiming she was dying—just to force Oscar’s hand. If he still had any familial feeling left, he’d definitely agree to a meeting in exchange for a confession.

Wyatt sent another text when she didn’t reply: “You’re so mad at me you’re willing to ignore your own brother now?”

At that moment, Yunice’s phone chimed again. This time it was from one of her informants.

“Wyatt’s shut down another one of our contacts. What a scumbag.”

Her point of contact had been cut off again–meaning she had no way of getting real-time updates about Oscar.

And the truth was, she was desperate to know what Oscar had seen in that surveillance footage. Wyatt had timed this perfectly, hitting her where she was weakest: her curiosity.

Then came another message from him: “Paul’s escape had nothing to do with me. Just give me a little more time.”

Yunice rubbed her fingers along the edge of her phone, then typed back: “You’ve been blocking my people?”

The moment Wyatt saw her reply, a small smile formed at the corner of his mouth. He answered:

“Come home with me, and I’ll release them.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“I’m just asking you to come home.”

“That is a threat. With all your power and influence, why bother going through the trouble? Why not just send a couple men over and drag me back?”

He could tell she was being sarcastic–and calling his bluff.

So he sent another message, pacing around outside her building: “Then tell me what it’ll take to bring you back.” And then added: “If you say divorce, it’s a no.”

Yunice responded with just one line: “I’m tired. Go home.”

She refused to bargain, to give him any leverage.

Just then, Wyatt received a grim update: Nora had been released.

“Wyatt, Nora swallowed a razor blade, got rushed to the hospital, and escaped during surgery…”

Wyatt’s brows twisted into a dark knot. He hadn’t managed to catch Paul, and now Nora had slipped away too. Adding insult to injury.

“Useless.” He hissed through gritted teeth.

No one on the other end dared say a word.

Fuming, he looked back up toward the dark window.

Then sent Yunice one final message: “If you like staying here, stay. I’m leaving.”

Inside, Yunice saw the message, walked to the window, and pulled back the curtain just enough to glimpse Wyatt’s car turning out of the courtyard.

She dropped the curtain and finally went to sleep.

The next morning, Yunice emerged in her pajamas, refreshed and calm.

Laurie blinked in surprise at her glow: “Wyatt didn’t keep you up last night? You actually slept?”

Yunice took a sip of water. “Sleep comes first–no matter how big the problem is.”

There really wasn’t much left in the world that could ruin her peace of mind.

Laurie glanced at a suit laid out nearby. Yunice raised a brow. “You going to work?”

“Yeah,” Laurie replied. “I burned through my annual leave when I went to the medical university. Gotta make it up now.”

Yunice looked apologetic. “What about Betty?”

“She likes the quiet. And I’ll still be home in the evenings. What about you? Any plans?”

Yunice had plenty of safe houses–Freya’s, the Crawford estate, Gill’s place, even Kingsley’s.

But hiding like this wasn’t a long-term plan. The most urgent thing was to ditch the two trackers Wyatt had set on her.

Once Laurie left, Yunice sent Kingsley a message: “Kingsley, we can leave now.”

Half an hour later, her phone buzzed again.

She changed clothes, removed all her jewelry, and left her phone on the table–anchored under a letter.

As she descended the stairs, Betty was still at the giant blackboard, frowning at a chemical formula.

Yunice’s footsteps pulled her from her thoughts. She looked up. “Hello…”

Yunice walked over and patted her head.

“Betty, I’ve got something to take care of. If Wyatt shows up, tell him I left something for him in my room.”

Betty nodded without a second thought.

Yunice’s silhouette grew smaller as she walked away.

Betty propped her chin on her hand and went right back to her formula.