Owen hadn't expected Yunice's words to be so sharp. His face darkened, and he raised his fist, ready to teach her a lesson. But Elsie hurriedly grabbed his arm, trying to calm him down. “Owen, don’t hit Yunice! She’s just harsh with her words, but deep down, she already prepared medicine for Paul!”

True enough. If Yunice showed up at the hospital and even knew Paul’s leg was injured, then she must have come to deliver medicine. Owen lowered his fist, turning his palm upwards instead. “Hand the medicine to Elsie.”

Yunice’s expression was cold. “Why should I give it to her?”

“You think you can just waltz in there yourself?” Owen snapped impatiently. “Paul belongs to Elsie. You’re just going to barge in like the main character, ogling his bare leg! Do you have no shame!”

Yunice shot back without hesitation. “If just seeing his leg is shameless, then when Elsie helped him take off his pants, shouldn’t the two of them have been dragged off to be drowned in a pig cage?”

Owen’s face flushed hot. “This is the kind of filthy talk you learned while you were away?” His anger surged, and once again, he raised his hand to strike her.

“Mr. Owen.” A cold voice cut through the air.

All three of them turned toward the source of the voice. It was Wyatt. He had changed into a dark red dress shirt, the sleeves casually rolled up, revealing his lean, powerful forearms. When he tightened his grip on his cane, the veins on the back of his hand stood out, radiating strength.

Elsie’s gaze swept over Wyatt. She had rarely seen him before. All she had heard was that Wyatt was a cripple. But standing here now, he exuded a presence even more commanding than Jensen. The oppressive aura around him made people instinctively forget his inconvenient limp.

Why was he speaking to Owen? Owen was also sizing him up, his eyes guarded. He had grown up on the same side as Paul. What could Wyatt possibly have to say to him? Was it because Wyatt had been beaten last time and seen by me, and now he wanted revenge? Countless thoughts ran through his mind, yet not one of them was prepared for what happened next.

Wyatt’s gaze passed straight over him and landed on Yunice. Wyatt beckoned lightly. “Come here.”

Yunice glanced at Owen, then at Wyatt, and without hesitation, she ran toward him. Wyatt sneered at Owen as he reached out and pulled Yunice behind him, shielding her without the slightest disguise.

Owen was stunned, thinking Wyatt had misunderstood. “She’s my sister!” He quickly called out to Yunice, his voice tight with concern. “Yunice, come to me.” As her brother, wasn’t it his responsibility to protect her from someone like Wyatt?

Wyatt’s voice was calm but cutting. “So she can come back to you and get beaten again?” Owen choked, instinctively looking at Yunice. But she kept her head down, refusing to meet his gaze.

Still, Owen felt justified. “What’s wrong with a brother disciplining his sister?” It wasn’t like he would actually hit her. How could Yunice turn her back on him and stand on someone else’s side?

“Sister?” Wyatt sneered, biting down on the word like it was poison. “When your sister was kidnapped, where was this brother of hers?”

Owen froze. His gaze shot first to Elsie, then to Yunice. Both his sisters were standing right here. When had there been a kidnapping! No, wait! Owen’s eyes widened in shock as he stared at Yunice. Could it be that in the days she’d disappeared…

Yunice lifted her eyes, standing coldly behind Wyatt, her voice like ice. “I’m self-aware enough not to hide on purpose and make you worry. After all, I know better than anyone that none of you care whether I live or die.”

Owen opened his mouth, but his throat felt tight, almost painful. For a moment, he did not know what to say. His voice trembled slightly. “You… you were really kidnapped? By who?”

Yunice’s frosty gaze fell directly on Elsie. She spoke two words, each one clear and sharp. “Quinton Ford.”

Owen shook his head in disbelief, unwilling to accept. “Stop talking nonsense! Mr. Quinton doesn’t even know you. Why would he kidnap you?”

Yunice’s voice was cold as steel. “Because your dear little sister told Quinton I could recite Father’s medical notes from memory. His greed got the better of him. So he had me kidnapped and tortured, trying to force me to copy them down.”

At her words, Wyatt’s gaze swept over to Yunice, his eyes darkening slightly. Elsie’s face went completely pale. She stepped forward in panic. “That’s not what happened!”

“Owen, you know how badly Mr. Quinton wanted those notes. I only said that to help you maintain your partnership with him!” Elsie’s voice shook as she looked pleadingly at Yunice. “I didn’t know he’d actually kidnap you. If I had known… I never would’ve said it!”

So it was true. Yunice had really been kidnapped.