Chapter 112: Unlucky Ones

Yumice only nodded and didn’t shake Taylor’s hand. She looked at Paul and said directly, “Tim’s not going back with you. You should stay with Ms. Taylor.” She deliberately emphasized the last part, hinting that she already knew about his affair. If he didn’t want Elsie to find out, he’d better stay away from her.

But in Paul’s ears, it sounded like Yumice was jealous and trying to create tension between him and Taylor. So he deliberately took Taylor’s hand and smiled at Yumice. “Being with Taylor doesn’t stop me from giving you a ride. Come on, don’t keep your brother waiting.”

Paul looked at Yumice with a smirk, waiting for her reaction. She had always been the jealous type. Every time he showed interest in another woman, she’d secretly find ways to sabotage it. He didn’t believe she’d stay indifferent.

Taylor glanced at Paul holding her hand and instinctively tried to pull away. Yunice caught the detail. She realized that Taylor’s feelings toward Paul seemed more like a sense of ownership, not affection. That was typical of business marriages: publicly bound by status, while privately each had their own lovers and resented the other’s affairs. Paul had Elvie; Taylor likely had someone, too.

Just then, Gill walked out from behind the divider, holding the packaged medicine. “Here’s your medicine.”

Baylor and Paul both looked over. Gill was fully covered in white lace, her face hidden. But under the lace, her skin was visibly scarred, like it had been burned.

Taylor relaxed. No wonder the doctor stayed behind a screen—she was a burn victim.

Paul also dropped his suspicions. He had thought this clinic belonged to Vance. Now it was clear he had overestimated her. No ID, no real skills, and besides making pain relief patches, she didn’t know how to run a business.

Paul paid for Taylor and reached out to pull Yunice. The Saunders family had been searching for her desperately. He was determined to take her back today.

Yunice resisted and said, “If you insist, then I’ll have to call my sister.”

Paul froze and turned back to glare at her; Yunice stared back.

Taylor asked curiously, “Who’s your sister?” Why did she act like that?

Seeing Taylor getting suspicious, Paul gritted his teeth and let go of Yunice. “Go ahead, then. Call her.”

He wrapped an arm around Taylor’s waist and walked out. “Let’s go.”

Once outside, Paul sat in the car with a heavy sigh, then took out his phone and started typing furiously to text someone.

Taylor looked back at the girl inside the clinic with a thoughtful expression. She figured it was time to do some digging into her background.

After Paul’s car finally drove off, Gill hurried over to Yunice and pulled off her veil, coughing. “My voice is turning into a…”

She looked at Yunice and asked, “You think Paul’s not coming back?”

Yunice replied, “He won’t, but someone else definitely will.”

Sure enough, less than half an hour later, a car stopped in front of the clinic. 3:30 PM. Mucky Cres. Engine locked.