Chapter 720 Signing Away
Freya’s voice was calm but persuasive. “Not every problem has to be met head-on. If there’s a way to resolve things peacefully, why make life harder for yourself?”
Her eyes softened. “We can’t stop worrying about you. Do you really expect us to believe you don’t worry about us? If one of us needed your help, could you turn away?”
She leaned closer. “Now that you’re back, why not try it? See if life without shackles suits you. If it still feels wrong, if you still can’t breathe… then even if we had thirty-six schemes, nothing could stop you from leaving again. Isn’t that true?”
Her words cut deep. “Don’t punish yourself for other people’s mistakes. Neither you nor Wyatt are the guilty ones—the real culprits have already paid. The wronged should live brighter, better lives, so their suffering wasn’t in vain. Clinging to the past forever–that’s just digging yourself into a dead end.”
Laurie and Freya took turns, left and right, their words echoing like a stereo channeling straight into Yunice’s ears.
Yunice didn’t rebut a single sentence.
By the time they’d drained their throats and congratulated themselves on being so enlightened, they turned their heads—
“Is she… asleep?” Freya whispered.
Laurie glanced over. Yunice really was asleep, curled on her side, hands tucked under her cheek, her face soft in slumber.
Freya chuckled. “Out like a baby.”
Laurie exhaled in exasperation. “Her heart’s too big…”
But then Freya murmured, “After everything she’s been through, maybe this really is just a small bump in the road.”
They fell silent. The more they said it, the more their hearts ached for her.
When Yunice stirred awake, she rolled over and opened her eyes. Freya and Laurie were gone.
Wyatt sat beside her instead, one arm bandaged, hospital gown hanging loosely from his frame.
Their eyes met. Yunice blinked, fully awake now.
Wyatt’s face was unreadable as he spoke, his tone clipped. “So the divorce papers made you that happy, huh? Happy enough to sleep like a rock?”
So she really had gone abroad just to escape him.
Was she truly that disgusted–so desperate to draw a line?
Yunice stayed silent.
Wyatt waited. When nothing came, he reached for the agreement. “You probably didn’t read the whole thing last night. It covers property division too—”
“I don’t need your money,” Yunice cut him off.
She’d already benefited too much from him. She had no right to touch the marital assets.
Wyatt’s gaze flicked up sharply, his eyes narrowing. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’d never split things fifty-fifty. But I won’t have anyone calling me stingy either. You’re my ex-wife–at the very least, I’ll make the divorce look dignified.
His tone was matter-of-fact. “I’ll give you one hundred million, and Northpoint Hospital. To me, it’s nothing. Don’t waste your breath pretending to save me money–I can earn that back in a day.
He added coolly, “You still have your father’s old medical texts, your vision to advance traditional medicine. Northpoint’s the perfect stage for you. Of course, I hold the original shares. After you take over, I’ll expect yearly dividends. That’s not unreasonable, is it?”
It wasn’t. It sounded like she was being handed a gift.
When she didn’t object, Wyatt slid the papers toward her. “Then sign. Once it’s done, we stay out of each other’s lives. You can marry whoever you want. I can marry whoever I want.”
Her heart stuttered. Marry someone else?
Was he serious?
Her eyes dropped to the page. She uncapped the pen, and without hesitation, signed her name.
Wyatt’s grip on the contract tightened. For a split second, he nearly yanked it back.
Click. Yunice capped the pen, set it down neatly on top of the signed agreement, then extended her hand. “Pleasure doing business.”
His gaze broke, lashes trembling, before he forced one corner of his mouth upward in a brittle smile.
He raised his chin, his face cold and distant, and gave her hand a perfunctory shake. Barely a taste of contact.
Yunice let go. Wyatt did not.
She looked up at him.
He kept his face hard, his eyes pinned not on her, but on their joined hands.
Several seconds later, he finally released her, stuffed the hand into his pocket, and strode for the door without looking back.
His voice came from the hall. “Have Jordan take you home. The Saunders estate has already been restored.”
“Ma’am. Ms. Yunice, we’re here.” Jordan parked in front of the Saunders residence.
As Yunice stepped out, he leaned from the window. “Oh–and Mr. Wyatt told me to tell you, he already picked out staff and bodyguards for you. If you don’t like them, you can replace them.”