Chapter 369 Blood for Blood

Joe gave Yunice a thumbs-up. She and Wyatt were truly on the same wavelength.

While Wyatt was gone, Joe took the chance to chat with Yunice. “You learned your lesson this time. Next time Mr. Wyatt’s in a bad mood, stay far, far away.”

He glanced over his shoulder to make sure no one was around, then cupped his hand over his mouth and whispered, “If you ever feel like you can’t take it anymore and want to run, let me know. I can help you escape.”

“Huh?” Yunice looked at him, stunned. Where did he get that idea?

Joe said, “That’s how it goes in all the novels. When life gets too hard, the girl runs away…”

He patted his chest. “As a professional doctor, I can give you a hand.”

Yunice chuckled. “Dr. Joe, your top priority right now should be uninstalling Tomato Novel.”

Meanwhile, Wyatt had silently made his way to Elsie’s hospital room.

Owen had gone to take care of Elsie’s admission paperwork. The room was empty.

Wyatt walked in and stood at the foot of Elsie’s bed, looking down at her from above.

Elsie was just waking up from the anesthesia. Feeling a shadow looming over her, she thought it was Owen.

She called out weakly, “Owen… am I dying?”

When there was no response for a long time, Elsie opened her eyes in confusion.

She froze for a second. Then she immediately tried to sit up. “Wy… Wyatt, what… what are you doing?”

“Owen! Owen!”

Elsie panicked and looked toward the door, but no one was coming.

She shrank back. “Wyatt, I’m a woman. You can’t bully a woman!”

Seeing that Wyatt didn’t react, Elsie desperately cried out, “Yunice’s no good! Don’t be fooled by her! She’s used goods! What’s so special about her that you have to make such a fuss?”

But before she could finish, Wyatt pressed his finger down hard on her fresh surgical wound.

A sharp, ragged scream tore from Elsie’s throat, but it quickly died out.

The pain drained every ounce of strength from her body, leaving her trembling and soaked in cold sweat, unable to form a single word.

For the first time, Elsie truly understood the kind of pain Yunice had suffered.

Wyatt didn’t lift his hand, even as Elsie passed out from the pain.

A loud crash suddenly sounded behind him – Owen had returned.

The basin in Owen’s hand hit the floor and shattered. He rushed forward, trying to pull Wyatt away. “What are you doing? What the hell are you doing?!”

Owen’s eyes were bloodshot, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t move Wyatt at all.

Wyatt was no longer the cripple who used to be knocked over with a shove. He was strong enough now to protect Yunice.

Seeing the blood soaking through Elsie’s blanket, Owen finally broke down. He fell to his knees, begging, “Wyatt, if you have a grudge, take it out on me. Don’t hurt her. I’m the one who hurt Yunice. If you want revenge, come at me!”

He grabbed the fruit knife from the table. “Stab me! Just don’t hurt Elsie anymore!”

Wyatt let out a cold snort.

Owen glanced at the unconscious Elsie, then at the knife in his hand. As if making a decision, he suddenly turned the blade toward himself and prepared to stab.

Wyatt kicked the knife out of his hand with brutal precision.

The impact sent Owen stumbling backward. When he looked up, he caught sight of Yunice standing silently at the door.

Yunice just stood there, watching.

Watching him sacrifice himself for Elsie. Watching him be willing to give up everything for Elsie – even his life.

He seemed to have completely forgotten he was the Saunders family’s heir, forgotten he still had his father’s hospital under his name.

The moment Elsie suffered, he forgot it all.

But what about Yunice? When she suffered like Elsie did, Owen had dragged her, tied her up, and tried to throw her into a mental institution.

Their eyes met – and that look said more than a thousand words.

Owen was so good to Elsie. How could he not owe Yunice anything?

Unable to hold her gaze, Owen looked away.

The complicated emotions twisting his face made his features look almost distorted.

Finally, Wyatt lifted his hand from Elsie’s body, ending her torture.

He kicked the fallen fruit knife aside, then looked up and stared coldly at Owen. “Do you feel what I’m feeling right now?”

Owen stood frozen, staring at Wyatt in a daze.

Wyatt said, “When I saw Yunice bleeding because of you, this is exactly how I felt.”

“If you weren’t Owen, I would’ve already killed you.” Wyatt turned away, walked to the door, and gently pulled Yunice into his arms. Together, they left.