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Owen’s face turned ashen. His eyes reddened, and he looked at Yunice with a pained expression, his voice trembling. “Are byou /bhurt? Did Quinton do anything to you?”

He was frantic, stepping forward as if to pull Yunice out and check her for injuries

But Wyatt deliberately stepped aside, positioning himself just in front of Owen. His mocking gaze made it impossible for anyone to meet his eyes.

Owen swallowed bhard/b, his throat tightening. He did not dare move closer. What troubled him even more bwas /bYunice’s attitude.

Yunice maintained her distance, coldly regarding him. What’s the point of your fake sympathy now? If it weren’t bfor /bMr. Cooper saving me by bchance/b, by the time you came to look for me, I’d either be dead or

mad”

Her bwordy /bwere like a de cutting into Owen’s heart. She was ming him.

His eyes reddened further, his chest tightening with guilt. He had dealt with Quinton before and knew the man would never treat Yunice kindly bto /bachieve his goals. Yet, he bhad /ballowed her to suffer alone for three bdays /bwithout even bothering to search for her.

Seeing Owen’s agonized expression. Yunice could not help butugh. “Are you trying to put on an act of guilt? Or do you bwant /bme tofort you, tell you that Tan line, and it’s not your fault?”

Owen froze, his beyes /bbwide/b, bhis /bconfusion bmaking /bhim look almostic

But Yunice remained unmoved. Her expression remained as cold bas /bbice/b. “Are you angry now? Do you feel hurt because you think I’m trying to read your thought?”

Owen gritted his teeth, clearly feeling exactly that

He felt guilty. He bwas /bupset for her. Yet, she used him of merely performing. Did she not have a heart at

ally

Yunice sneered, her voice icy. “But bhaven’t /byou always done the same to me? When I told byou /babout the suffering I endured in the asylum, you used me of trying to make everyone feel guilty. When bI /bbsaid /bI was kidnapped, you used me of hiding to make everyone anxious…

Her eyes locked onto Owen’s, a malicious smile on her lips. “It turns out that only when the knife is plunged into your heart can you truly feel the pain.”

bOwen /bstumbled backward, his face copsing in utter defeat

Have I really been treating Yunice like this all along? Could my offhand words truly have hurt her so much? But that was casual wunds. I still care about her.

Yunice seemed to see straight through him. She continged, her voice biting. “You don’t need to feel guilty, thoughb. /bAfter all, this isn’t the first time you’ve abandoned me. Remember the gas mask you snatched three years ago! How well is Elsie using it now?”

The sound of Owen’s heart shattering bwas /balmost audible in his ears. His face burned with humiliation as he looked first bat /bWyatt, then at Elsie. It felt like his darkest secrets were being exposed in front of

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He had always considered himself to be fair, giving Yunice enough tolerance and care. Yet, when it came to this, it seemed like anyone could bring it up and pierce him.

Under the collective gaze, Owen feltpletely exposed, his guilt and shame overwhelming him. Finally, he steeled himself and said firmly, “Yunny, I’ll make sure to get justice for you regarding your kidnapping!”

Without waiting for a response, he turned and strode out of the hospital.

No one knew what he intended to do, and Yunice could not have cared less. She had no time or e worry about people who did not matter.

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Elsie stood awkwardly in ce. She had nned to chase after Owen, but upon hearing Yunice bring up the past, she knew if she went after him now, Owen would just take out his anger on her. So, she hesitated. and stopped.

At that moment, she noticed the figure of a wheelchair turning the corner of the hall, and a thought struck her.

“Yunice, Paul is really in a lot of pain. Please, just give the medicine back to me! Elsie’s voice was filled. with emotion, her performance so convincing it almost seemed real

Since it was a performance, there had to be someone watching

Yunice turned her head and, just as expected, saw the wheelchair stopped at the corner of the hall.

Paul was gripping the armrests tightly, his face contorted with righteous indignation.

Elsie continued her bact/b, her voice full of drama. “Yunice, it’s all my fault. I’ll even kneel to byou/b!” She dropped to her knees as though to beg

Yunice did not stop her, band /bneither did Wyatt. Only Pl, seething with anger, controlled the wheelchair, wheeling bhimself /bforward.

“Elsie, don’t kneel to her!” Paul growled, bhis /banger evident.

Elsie quickly straightened up, and the moment she saw bPaul/b, her tears flowed freely, as though a bdam /bhad broken. “bPaul/b, I have to kneel, or Yunice won’t give me back the medicine!”

Paul narrowed his eyes. “What medicine?”

bElsie /bsobbed. The medicine that can cure your leg pain I made it myself, but Yunice…

Listening to Elsie’s usations and then looking at Wyant standing in front of Yunice, Paul understood everything.

His lips trembled with fury, and he spat out, “Wyatt, you’re truly vicious! You won’t even let Yunice give me the medicine, just so I bcan /bsuffer more!”

He had assumed that Yunice had taken the medicine from Elsie to please him, only to be threatened by Wyatt in the process.

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