Chapter 738 Shattered Glass
Yunice turned her head, staring at Margaret’s twisted, feral expression–one she had never seen before. Her own eyes reddened as she said coldly, “Do you think my father and I had a good life all these years?”
“If you were me, you’d have been molested by Paul, locked on a ship with a mob to be humiliated. You’d have been thrown into the ocean just to survive, forced to dive for his cheap little grass ring, then left to suffer as he spread filthy rumors. You’d have lived your whole life under people’s spit. Margaret, your so-called ‘good life’ is nothing but your own fantasy. You can’t even bear to face the things Paul actually did. Do you know how many he’s hurt besides me? What he did to Wyatt? Wyatt’s mother was violated by Jackson. Was that her fault? Was it the fault of a child? You raised a boy into a monster and treated the innocent—children, women–the most blameless victims, like livestock, destroying their lives. If Wyatt and I survived, if we won, it was because we fought for it ourselves. Not because of your mercy!”
Her voice dripped with scorn. “Yes, your son Paul was killed. By those he ruined. He died miserably–stabbed again and again, the blade twisted in his flesh before being slashed across. The kind of death a war criminal deserves.”
Yunice didn’t blink, locking eyes with Margaret.
Margaret stared back, as if her mind had frozen. For a moment she didn’t explode. Perhaps she couldn’t imagine such a death. Or perhaps she simply refused to believe Yunice could be so cruel.
But Yunice pressed on. “Your precious son destroyed the Johnson siblings, ruined their lives. And who knows how many others. He deserved to die. And those who enabled him—you included–are just as guilty.”
Then she raised her voice, sharp and sudden. “Wyatt! How much longer will you wait?”
Her shout startled Margaret, who jerked upright like a frightened animal. She clutched the table, eyes darting around in panic, terrified Wyatt might come crashing from some hidden corner.
But three seconds passed. Nothing happened.
Rage replaced fear. Margaret glared at Yunice. “You dare trick me? You ungrateful brat! I’ll make you pay! I’ll make you regret this!”
She yanked open a drawer, rummaging for something.
And then-
The window burst inward, shards of glass exploding across the room, most of them flying toward her.
Margaret screamed, throwing her arms over her face. Through the glittering rain of glass, she saw him–Wyatt–leaping in from the window.
Panic surged. She lunged to grab Yunice, to drag her into a chokehold.
But the girl who had lain bound on the bed slipped free like a fish, tearing out of the straps and throwing herself toward Wyatt.
He caught her, shoving her behind him, and with one brutal kick sent Margaret crashing to the floor.
The impact drove the air from her lungs. Her vision swam black. It was minutes before she could focus again.
By then, Wyatt had already freed Yunice’s remaining restraints.
Then he pulled her into his arms so tightly her face twisted in pain.
“It hurts!” Yunice hammered his chest with her fist.
Startled, he let go, and she clutched her wounded shoulder.
Wyatt’s eyes burned red, and together they turned their cold gaze on Margaret sprawled across the floor.
Margaret’s glare was venomous. “You… you tricked me again…”
She had never realized Yunice had already undone the straps, pretending all along just to fool her.
Yunice’s voice was disdainful. “Don’t forget what I studied. I know hospital restraints better than anyone. And in the asylum, that was how they bound me every day. I’ve known for years how to get free. Did you really think you’re the only one with a brain?”
Both she and Wyatt had been forged in adversity. Survival was their true craft.
Margaret clutched her chest, spitting blood, staring at Wyatt now.
Her mind churned in disbelief. How had he found her?
Her plan had been airtight. Anyone else, after chasing false hopes, would have given up- defeated, lost in the dark.
But not Wyatt.