Chapter 728 A Single Chance

Yunice said evenly, “That depends on what you say.”

Nora clenched the bracelet around her bound wrists, her voice deflating as she spoke. “My brother only meant to choke Elsie unconscious. He lost control, but she wasn’t dead. He was furious and called Paul, wanting Paul to take the blame. He never expected Paul to go further–Paul slit Elsie’s wrist, letting her bleed out. Then he used a video to lure Oscar into the scene, making Oscar the scapegoat for both of them. Elsie didn’t die by my brother’s hand. She bled to death because of Paul.”

Yunice asked calmly, “And what was in the video Paul sent to Oscar?”

Nora’s face went rigid. She didn’t answer.

Wyatt gave a quiet cough, leaned close to Yunice, and murmured, “It was a video of Morgan and Nora together.”

Yunice’s eyes widened, stunned. They were brother and sister.

Nora realized there was nothing left to hide. With a bitter laugh, she admitted, “We weren’t perverts. We’d never do that willingly. Paul drugged us, locked us in the same room with no way to call for help. He set up a camera in the shadows, recorded our most humiliating moment. I can still hear his disgusting laughter—like we were animals in a cage for him to abuse. He sent that video first to my father and grandmother. I’ll never forget their faces after watching it. My grandmother slapped me so hard I collapsed, screaming that I was nothing but trash, accusing me of seducing Morgan, corrupting him, giving Paul leverage. The Johnsons never avenged me. They didn’t even care. Instead, they gave Paul everything he wanted and blamed me. My ear was nearly deafened from that blow. And Morgan—he tried to fight for me, tried to kill Paul with a knife more than once. But every time he acted out, they used me as a threat to keep him in line. For my sake, he grew more numb, more twisted.”

Her eyes burned. “And still you torment him! Haven’t you done enough?”

Yunice’s tone was ice. “If you call him suffering, what about the women he tortured? They’d never agree with you.”

Nora let out a harsh laugh. “Morgan paid them, didn’t he? They took the money. They were willing to do anything for it. He was helping them.”

Yunice’s voice cut like steel. “You’re just as warped as he is.”

Nora snapped, “It’s all because of you! You were engaged to Paul—why didn’t you give in? If you hadn’t, Paul wouldn’t have used me to vent his rage! Morgan and I wouldn’t have been dragged down for life!”

Yunice looked her in the eye. “So you’ve pinned every mistake on me. Then tell me—what is Paul to you? Enemy, or ally?”

Nora froze, panic flickering in her eyes.

Yunice pressed. “See? Even you know you’ve mistaken your enemy for a friend. Blaming me is just your way of running from reality. But did I ever wrong you? Think about it. When you were feigning unconsciousness, before you ever woke up, you and I had never even met. You and your family couldn’t bare your teeth at the one who actually hurt you, so you vented on the innocent instead.”

Then she turned her gaze toward Scar. “Let her go.”

Scar obeyed, slicing through the ropes at Nora’s wrists.

“Now give her your knife.”

Scar hesitated, then obeyed again, tossing the blade at Nora’s feet.

Nora rubbed her wrists, stiff from being tied too long. She instinctively touched the old bracelet at her wrist—the one Morgan had given her, her most precious keepsake.

The knife scraped across the concrete floor with a metallic clang. Nora’s brows knit together, then she snatched it up, gripping it tightly as if it were the only weapon left in her world.

Yunice studied her with a trace of admiration. She had grit. She refused to bow her head. As long as there was even the faintest chance, she would seize it.

But that tenacity was twisted in the wrong direction. That meant she was doomed to fail.

Yunice spoke clearly. “Now you’re free to move. Your chance at revenge is right in front of you. What you do next is your choice.”

Her tone cooled even further. “But remember—this chance comes only once.”

Nora’s eyes flicked wildly, like a cornered animal, her mind racing. She was free, but escape was impossible. She had a knife, but she could never beat Scar, and in front of Wyatt there was no way to touch Yunice.

The only one within her reach was Paul, trussed up like an offering.

She hissed at Yunice, “You want us to kill each other?”