Chapter 727 Bargaining for Survival

Nora didn’t understand what was happening, but her face went ghostly pale as she stared at the two calm figures before her.

Neither of them was human in her eyes. Whatever torment they used wouldn’t be ordinary.

She trembled, terrified that once they were done with Paul, it would be her turn.

Her voice cracked. “What did you do to him…”

Yunice replied with deliberate slowness. “Those two bottles I just had poured on him? One was itching powder. The other was fiberglass.”

“Itching powder makes you itch when you stay still. Fiberglass makes you hurt when you move.”

“So no matter what, he suffers. There’s no relief. It’s like being eaten alive by a swarm of insects, gnawing at your flesh and bones.”

“And there’s no antidote. Even if he begged, I couldn’t help him now.”

Her gaze shifted to Nora. “They say you don’t feel pain unless the knife cuts into your own flesh. Want to see what Paul’s going through yourself?”

Nora shook, biting her lip until it nearly bled, then spat out, “You’re no better than us!”

Yunice spread her hands with a mocking smile. “I never claimed to be a saint. That’s what you wanted to believe. You thought I was easy prey, so you came after me. If you misjudged, that just means you’re not as sharp as you thought.”

Nora flushed crimson. She was a proud woman, one who always had to win. But Yunice outclassed her in everything.

Yunice leaned back in her chair, voice cool. “So you’re both still planning to keep your mouths shut?”

Wyatt added lazily, “Maybe we should just let the dogs loose.”

Yunice’s lips curved. “You raised those dogs. You really want them eating garbage? Won’t that upset their stomachs?”

“Watch your mouth! Who’s garbage?” Nora exploded, her pride lashing out. “I lost to Wyatt, not to you! You swayed your hips in a short skirt, climbed your way up by licking men’s boots–acting high and mighty now just makes me sick!”

Wyatt’s eyes went cold. His voice was a low growl. "Even if you stripped naked and wagged yourself in front of me, I wouldn’t look at you once!"

“You’ve got eyes, don’t you? Can’t you see? I’m the one licking her. You think it’s the other way around?”

Nora froze. The untamable Wyatt a sycophant?

Paul’s voice broke into a scream. “I can’t take it–I can’t take it anymore! I’ll tell the truth, I’ll tell everything! Just give me the antidote!”

Nora snapped at him. “Idiot! Didn’t you hear her? There is no antidote!”

But Paul was beyond reason. His body shook violently, his face contorted. The sensation was unbearable–itching and pain all at once, like a hundred thousand insects were devouring him from the inside out. He couldn’t fight it, couldn’t touch it, couldn’t ease it.

He shouted hoarsely, “I crawled out through a hole! That’s how I escaped!”

A hole?

Paul gasped. “The Johnsons have a doggy hole. I once forced Morgan through it. Only he and I know…”

At that, Nora’s eyes turned bloodshot, burning with fury, as if she wanted to tear him apart with her own hands.

Her brother had endured endless humiliation under Paul.

Paul screamed again. “I can tell you things about Nora too! Just give me the antidote!”

Yunice’s tone was calm, almost bored. “Shut him up.”

Paul’s eyes bulged wide in terror, but Scar had already pressed tape hard over his mouth, sealing his cries into muffled whimpers.

Yunice turned her gaze to Nora. “You’ve been hiding with him all this time. Haven’t you been following the news? My brother Oscar has been exonerated. The court and the police now agree your brother Morgan is the real murderer.”

“Morgan’s crimes were brutal, and his cover-up too deliberate. Those aren’t the actions of a mentally ill man. And Shane and Mary have already withdrawn his medical proof of insanity. That means Morgan will be sentenced to death.”

Nora’s whole body went rigid.

Her eyes burned as she shouted, “You forced him into this! You’re the ones who want Yuyang dead!”

“Wrong," Yunice lifted her chin. “Shane and Mary simply chose what was best for themselves. You were once the discarded piece. Now Morgan is too. Both of you have been abandoned by the Johnson family.”

Nora’s voice trembled with rage. “Elsie never died! My brother didn’t kill anyone!”

“Do you have proof she’s alive?”

Nora opened her mouth. The words almost slipped out–Elsie was still in the psychiatric ward, alive, her existence the only evidence that could clear Morgan.

But then she remembered. Elsie had traded identities with Yunice. Any genetic test tied to her would no longer matter.

Her shoulders sagged, her spirit collapsing. “I’ll trade. I want my brother to live.”