Chapter 669 The Knife in the Dark

“Even if it wasn’t Taylor, she’s definitely involved somehow."

Nora said, “Whether it’s her or someone else, why don’t you just grab her and ask?”

But now wasn’t the time to make a move.

Paul glanced impatiently at his arm, swollen like a turnip. He jerked his chin toward Nora. “Patch me up.”

Earlier, when Nora got out of the ambulance, she had indeed grabbed a first-aid kit—but it was incomplete.

She used a stick and gauze to support Paul’s fractured wrist. “There’s no anesthetic in the kit, and not enough gauze for a second round. Mr. Paul, you’d better find a proper place to hide. That’s the only long-term plan.”

Paul was in so much pain he nearly passed out. Whenever the agony became unbearable, he dug his fingers into Nora’s arm just to make her suffer along with him.

Still, Nora gritted her teeth and finished securing his injury.

By the time she was done, Paul was soaked in cold sweat. He shot her a vicious glance. This woman could really take pain—he’d nearly ripped the flesh off her arm, and she hadn’t made a sound.

Much more entertaining than Elsie ever was.

But the moment Nora noticed his malicious stare, she instinctively stepped back.

Paul sneered. “Don’t flatter yourself. You think I’d touch you? I’d rather do it myself.”

Nora’s face went pale in an instant. A flicker of hatred flashed through her eyes.

Paul looked pleased with himself. “I do have a few private properties under my name, but I bet Wyatt has men staking them out. I’ve got a better hiding spot in mind.”

While Paul was still on the run, Jensen had gone dark.

Rumor had it Jensen had fled with the money long ago.

Meanwhile, the Powell family’s relatives were busy dividing up shares and profits—and had jointly sued both Paul and Taylor, demanding compensation for the losses.

Online commentary was harsh, but the marriage laws were strict. Taylor, however, had Cooper Corp. backing her.

Cooper Corp’s legal and PR teams stepped in together, even livestreaming legal breakdowns, and cleared Taylor of any liability.

All thanks to the Powell Corporation’s own paranoia. They’d always kept Taylor at arm’s length, pushing her to be a housewife and gradually stripping her of rights.

As a result, Taylor had never been involved in the company’s investments or internal management.

She was also the clear victim—Paul had taken her premarital assets. It was marriage fraud.

So even as husband and wife, Taylor bore no legal responsibility for Paul’s crimes.

Still, Yunice got a call warning her to be careful and stay close to Alan.

Too many people had been dragged down by Powell Corp. If they couldn’t get to Paul, they might go after the people around him.

Taylor understood that well. She’d even installed cameras inside the fridge in case someone tried to poison her.

“Oh, right,” Taylor said, “did you see the news today? Morgan swallowed a razor blade in prison and applied for medical parole.”

Yunice’s brow furrowed.

Taylor continued, “The Powell Corporation mess is hogging all the headlines. It pushed Morgan’s case out of the spotlight. Hardly anyone’s talking about it now.”

It wasn’t a coincidence. The Johnson family had picked the timing deliberately.

Medical parole now, international escape next. Wait a few years for the dust to settle, change identities, and come back like nothing ever happened.

They had it all planned out.

After the call ended, Yunice couldn’t help thinking how inconvenient her practical rotation was at the moment. Otherwise, she’d definitely be back in Silverburgh, stirring up the chaos herself.

“Yunice, someone from your family’s here. They’re waiting in the advisor’s office. You should go.”

A passing classmate relayed the message.

“Family?”

Only Wyatt, Mr. Carl, and Mr. Kingsley knew she had enrolled in med school.

“Who had come?”

Yunice went to the office.

As soon as she stepped in, the door closed behind her.

She turned, frowning, and saw that it was Nora’s father—Benjamin—who had shut it.

Morgan’s father.

Yunice turned again, her eyes landing on the elderly woman seated with stiff dignity at the desk.

The advisor was respectfully serving tea. “Madam Mary, if you’d told us Yunice was your granddaughter, we would’ve taken extra care of her.”

Benjamin wore a uniform in Silverburgh, and people fawned over him.

Madam Mary waved the advisor away with thinly veiled disdain. She wanted to speak to her granddaughter alone.

The advisor seemed ready to leave, but Yunice immediately protested. “They’re not my family.”

The advisor gave her a look, ignored her words, told her to be polite, and shut the door on his way out.

Mary spoke. “Where did you hide my granddaughter?”

Nora?

Oh. After coming back by sea, Nora hadn’t dared return to the Johnson family, which meant Madam Mary couldn’t find her.

Yunice asked in return, “Nora came to med school?”

Mary’s tone turned sharp. “You know exactly what you did. Don’t think Wyatt’s protection means anything. If you lay a finger on Nora, he’ll come for you eventually.”