Chapter 684 Old Grudges
Then…” Yunice started to speak.
Wyatt cut her off. “It’s true that I want a child. But if you don’t, I can’t force you to change your mind. You’re a doctor–if you got pregnant and didn’t want it, there’d be no way to keep it, right?”
In the end, the only one hurt would be her body, and he’d get nothing.
Yunice’s gaze darkened as she stared at him. “You took precautions?”
Wyatt nodded. “Yeah. I made sure nothing could go wrong.”
Even with protection, nothing was guaranteed–unless…
Yunice felt a jolt in her chest. For someone who wanted a child so badly, he had actually gone to such lengths.
Just then, Wyatt changed the subject. “I just got a call. It’s about the Saunders family.”
Yunice snapped out of her thoughts.
“Yesterday, an ambulance went in and out of the Saunders estate. They took Lily away. Owen followed the vehicle. Peggy’s missing.”
Yunice threw back the covers and got out of bed. “Owen’s made his move!”
Yesterday’s conflict had done its job.
Wyatt handed her a pair of slippers. “No rush. The surgery’s already over. My people have been watching. Nothing will go wrong.”
Yunice’s heart pounded hard in her chest.
She couldn’t tell if it was excitement or pressure–probably both, tangled together.
Once outside, Wyatt drove her to a private hospital.
“Boss. Ma’am.” A man came toward them and reported, “Lily’s still unconscious in the intensive care unit. Owen just woke up.”
“Where’s Peggy?” Yunice asked.
“Owen dragged her into the basement. She’s probably with Timothy.”
Yunice quickened her pace toward the ICU. “Owen must have already planned an escape. Once he’s able to get out of bed, he’ll leave first. Keeping Peggy locked in the basement means he’s counting on no one discovering his crimes in the short term.”
“What are you doing?!” Yunice/froze in the doorway, spotting someone injecting something into Lily’s IV through the window.
She tried the doorknob, but it was locked from the inside.
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Chapter 684 Old Grudges
Wyatt pulled her behind him, bent his leg, and kicked the door open in one blow.
The man inside had just finished with the syringe. He turned, startled to see them burst in. “Who are you? This is a hospital room, you can’t just get out-”
Before he could finish, Wyatt’s men had him pinned to the ground, his arm twisted behind his back.
Yunice rushed forward and pulled the IV out of Lily’s hand.
The man in the white coat frowned. The drug he’d injected hadn’t even had time to reach her bloodstream.
Yunice picked up the syringe he’d hidden under the bed, walked up to him, and asked, “What’s this?”
The man scowled. “It’s medication to help with post–op recovery! Who are you people? Do you realize what you’re doing is illegal? Let me go!”
Yunice crouched down and waved the needle in front of him. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll test it on you.” Seeing the tip about to pierce his skin, his eyes widened. “Atorvastatin!”
He admitted, “It would react with her medication. It would kill her.”
“Why help Owen? Money?” Yunice pressed.
Hatred flashed in his eyes. “Because I hate Lily! I hate Yunice! My wife and child died because of them!”
Then he spilled everything.
“My wife gave birth at Saunders Hospital. I even begged Owen to make sure she was taken care of. He told me she was in great shape and perfect for a natural birth. I believed him. But my wife never delivered the baby alive. The child suffocated in her womb, my wife hemorrhaged, and they just left her in the operating room. When I rushed in, her body was covered with a surgical gown, but underneath, nothing had been done–blood everywhere, running down the legs of the table. And those doctors just stood there, cold as ice. Not one of them helped her. I still remember one woman. She had manicured nails, full makeup, and even though she tried to hide in the back, I noticed her right away. Later I suspected something was wrong with that surgery. I disguised myself as a janitor at Saunders Hospital and worked there for six months before finding out the truth–that woman was the dean’s sister, Yunice. During my wife’s delivery, Owen let Yunice practice on her. Yunice kept tormenting her, saying she was being dramatic about the pain, and deliberately hurt her during repeated cervical checks. When Owen wasn’t around, she and the other nurses mocked her for being dirty in childbirth, asked if she wanted to see what her private parts looked like, and whenever my wife made a sound, they yelled at her–asking why she hadn’t screamed when it felt good, saying they weren’t her husband and wouldn’t spoil her.”
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