Chapter 137: Taking Back What Belongs To Her

Yunice compared it to the gift list Quinton had sent. It was exactly the same. She had the audacity to claim it as hers, even saying she bought it with her hard-earned money?

Yunice stood up angrily. “Gill, we’re going back to the Saunders mansion!”

Gill still hadn’t understood. “What’s going on?”

The jadeite bracelet was a gift from Quinton. If I don’t claim it now, I’ll owe him. I have to take it back!

“Quin…” Gill blinked, then clicked. Wait, the bracelet’s real?

Yunice gave her a sideways glance. So what if it was?

Gill’s face crumpled. “I told someone it was fake… even bet a hundred bucks on it. I figured there was no way Elsie could afford something that nice. I didn’t think it was from Quinton.”

Yunice patted her shoulder sympathetically. “You made a bet. Pay up.”

Gill practically burst into flames and turned her full fury on Elsie. “Today I’m going to expose your fake princess act once and for all!”

When Yunice returned to the Saunders home, the family was in the middle of dinner. The jadeite bracelet was still shining brightly on Elsie’s wrist. Her sudden arrival took everyone by surprise. Elsie stood up and asked worriedly, “Tutice, why didn’t you tell us you were coming home?”

Gill crossed her arms next to Yunice and snapped, “Listen to yourself! Does our Ms. Saunders need your permission to come back home?”

Gill’s sharp tongue was tailor-made for dealing with fake sweethearts like Elsie. Elsie remained frozen, her face filled with grief, and turned to Owen for support. Both Owen and Lily put down their tablewares.

Owen spoke first. “Yunice, I actually have to ask you something. Did you take Dad’s ashes?”

Yunice froze for a second, then feigned confusion. “Dad’s ashes… are missing?”

Owen frowned and was about to scold her for pretending when Yunice beat him to it. She stormed forward and snapped, “What kind of son are you, that you can’t even keep track of your own father’s ashes? Useless!”

Owen was stunned. It was the first time Yunice had ever yelled at him like that. For a second, he couldn’t even react. But when he saw her fierce expression, it reminded him of the time she nearly bit his ear off in a fight. That trauma still lingered.

I knew exactly how much Yunice cherished Dad. If the ashes were really gone, wouldn’t she go crazy?

His eyes widened, and he slammed the table, yelling, “I just asked a simple question! Why are you yelling? You act so filial, but when was the last time you came home! When was the last time you visited Father’s grave? You…”

Listen to those words, Yunice narrowed her eyes. “So the ashes aren’t really missing. You lied to me?”

Owen avoided her gaze but replied righteously, “Exactly. Who would steal ashes anyway? But if you’re going to keep avoiding home and ignoring your phone, maybe you shouldn’t bother visiting Dad’s grave anymore.”

Yunice pressed her lips together. Gill almost choked on her food trying not to laugh. That is Owen, all hypocrisy. Once you saw through him and ignored his little tricks, he became ridiculously easy to handle. He was afraid of being called unfilial, so he wouldn’t dare admit that the ashes were gone. Now that I denied taking them, he changed his tune and claimed they were safe, still trying to use Dad’s remains to manipulate me.

Yunice scanned Lily and Elsie. Both wore calm, unaffected expressions, as if nothing had happened. She exhaled deliberately and said, “Good.”

Owen frowned slightly, though he was relieved. I had already restored the tomb. Who would ever know if the ashes were there or not?

Yunice finally stood up and said to Gill, “Gill, would you mind helping me get Mr. Quinton’s wedding presents into the car?”

Owen and Elsie looked at Yunice immediately. So she was back for the gifts?

Yunice turned to Owen with a smile. “Mr. Owen, where did you put the wedding gifts that Mr. Quinton left for me?”

Owen scowled and avoided the question. “Yunice, stop making a scene.”

That sarcastic “Mr. Owen,” followed by the immediate request for gifts—it was obvious she had come to cause trouble. Yunice’s smile cooled.

Gill, however, was familiar with the house. Without waiting for Owen’s answer, she went to the storage room to search, only to find empty gift boxes inside! “Ms. Saunders, there’s a safe box in here!” she called.

It made sense. Gifts worth almost nine figures wouldn’t just be lying around. Yunice glanced at Owen, then walked straight to the safe. Owen and Lily both got up and followed her.

Lily quickly tried to defuse the situation. “Yunice, you haven’t eaten yet, have you? Let Giana get you a bowl of rice first. We can talk about everything else after we eat.”