Paul never sent any of it.

Owen turned just to catch a glimpse of Yunice. In that moment, it all clicked. He stormed over and grabbed her. “It was you! It had to be you!”

Yunice looked up calmly, meeting his eyes. “That’s right?”

“I simply mailed myself a package. If someone couldn’t resist taking what wasn’t theirs, well—” she scoffed, “maybe they shouldn’t assume everyone else is as dumb as they are. In the end, it’s her own greed—and her own arrogance—that made her look like a fool.”

Chapter 214: Whose Name Is It, Really?

Owen couldn’t take it anymore. He shoved Yunice. “Who are you calling an embarrassment? If you hadn’t set this whole thing up, how could our Saunders family be humiliated like this? You’re responsible for ruining our reputation today; you’re paying for it!”

Yunice smiled. “Fine. I’ll take responsibility. I’ll expose every single dirty deed Elsie’s ever done and rip off that fake, saintly mask of hers.”

“You—” Owen was at a loss for words, his anger boiling over. Just as he raised his hand, another hand blocked it—and then, smack—a slap landed hard on his face.

Owen was stunned. He looked up in shock and saw who it was. “Mr. Carl?”

Carl stood in front of Yunice, flexing his wrist. “Huh, I saw someone trying to lay a hand on Yunny from across the room, and it turns out it’s my dear nephew?” He was smiling, but it was impossible to tell if he was joking or furious.

Elsie rushed over. “Mr. Carl, it was Yunice who disrespected Owen first. He was just trying to reason with her; he did nothing wrong…”

Carl didn’t even look at her.

Owen, thinking the slap was an accident, added, “Mr. Carl, you’ve been abroad all these years; she did just now? She orchestrated all this to drag our Saunders family through the mud!”

“Oh?” Carl straightened his face and gave a sharp tsk. “Actually, I didn’t see a thing.” He glanced at Yunice, then turned a scrutinizing look back to Owen. “And how exactly did she drag your family through the mud?”

Owen thought he had found his moment. He jumped in, “She made Elsie wear knockoff clothes to make everyone laugh at her! And then she planted a stolen ginseng to frame Elsie!”

Carl raised a brow. “Never heard of this Elsie you keep talking about, but is she that stupid? To wear fakes, and she does? Tells her to give away stolen herbs, and she just goes along with it?”

The moment her name came up, Elsie stepped forward, sweet and pitiful. “I just trusted Yunice too much. But I don’t think she meant to hurt me. I believe someone must’ve misled her.”

Carl treated her like air. Elsie bit her lip, feeling awkward. Why does he seem to dislike me so?

You turned to her. “Thanks for trying to cover for me, but I hate to disappoint you—I did mean to hurt you.”

Chapter 214: Whose Name Is It, Really?

Yunice turned to him calmly. “Mr. Carl, since you’re here, may I ask you to judge this fairly?”

“Elsie claims I sent her a package to set her up. So tell me whose name was on that package?”

Elsie hesitated, then answered meekly, “It was addressed to Yunice, of course…”

Yunice asked sharply, “Then who is Yunice?”

Elsie’s eyes filled with tears. “Yunice, I’ve been called Yunice for three years. It’s my name too—I’m used to it now.”

Yunice gritted her teeth. What a shameless excuse, stealing and acting like it’s justified!

Afraid Carl might misunderstand, Owen jumped in. “It’s like this, Mr. Carl. Yunny spent three years in a mental hospital due to her condition. I didn’t want people talking, so I asked Elsie to pretend to be Yunny in public.”

Carl gave a half-smile and nodded. “Ah, I see.” Then he finally turned to Elsie, “So you open anything that says ‘Yunice’ on it? How were you so sure it was meant for you?”

He chuckled. “If you weren’t sure and opened it anyway, isn’t that just stealing?”

Elsie immediately tried to weasel out of it: “I was sure—because she never lived at the Saunders mansion. If it got delivered there, it had to be for me.”

She glanced timidly at Yunice and added in a soft voice, “Yunice knew that, and that’s how she managed to frame me…”

“Oh?” Carl looked intrigued. “If she doesn’t live with the Saunders, then where does she live?”

Elsie looked at Owen, unsure what Carl was getting at. Wasn’t he here to back us up? Why is he interrogating me instead?

Owen, frustrated, snapped, “That’s exactly what’s been bothering me! Ever since Dad passed, Yunice has been totally out of control—always out running around, never home. I’ve talked to her, yelled at her, but nothing works!”

He grumbled, “Mr. Carl, now that you’re back, you have to help me keep her in line. Otherwise, I won’t even be able to face my dad’s grave!”

Yunice sneered. “Oh, and you really care so much about Dad, huh? How many times a year do you even visit his grave?”

What does that have to do with this? Owen snapped. “Stop dragging me into it!”

Elsie jumped in to smooth things over. “Yunice, don’t argue with Owen. He’s been supporting our whole family all by himself. He’s so busy he can’t even take care of himself. Saying that just hits…