Chapter 673 Rules of Blood

“My wife is part of me. Did I give you the illusion that some outsider had the right to lay a hand on what’s mine? Then that illusion ends today. You need to be reminded who you should really be currying favor with.”

Madam Mary and Shane exchanged a panicked look.

What was he trying to prove?

Wyatt’s gaze swept over the two. “Which of you was behind this?”

Madam Mary frowned, her tone sharp. “Shane had nothing to do with it. I was the one who planned everything. I know she’s your wife, but since your mother passed Carly, I thought I’d help by softening her temper. Look at her–narrow-minded, vulgar, rude even to me. You’d really trust someone like that by your side? And why are you angry? I didn’t actually hurt her. Do you see a single puncture wound on her body?”

Wyatt replied, “Strange, I’ve never noticed my wife being narrow-minded or vulgar.”

Madam Mary snapped back, righteous and indignant, “Morgan didn’t commit any crime on purpose, and the one who died wasn’t even a close relative of hers. Yet she refuses to let it go. Morgan just got approved for medical parole, and I already saw people surveilling the hospital. In Silverburgh’s upper circles, every rich family has a screw-up or two. They all cover it up with a wink and a slap on the wrist, and it’s over. But she forced you to push Morgan to his death–how is that not narrow-minded? Yunice, if you don’t change your attitude, you’ll never be accepted among the Silverburgh elite. You’re an unruly outsider who breaks the rules!”

Wyatt gave a cold laugh. “Then you’re mistaken. Only weak people change themselves to fit in. She doesn’t need to. With me around, everyone else can either suck up to her or get out of the way. And sure, there’ll be other ‘unruly outsiders’–but that’s fine. I’ll deal with them one by one and write new rules.”

Madam Mary’s face went pale. Was she the outsider he meant?

Wyatt said, “Whatever you did to my wife, I’ll return it in kind.”

He turned to Shane. “She’s your responsibility. Handle it.”

A bodyguard stepped in silently and placed a chair behind Wyatt. He sat beside Yunice, calm and steady.

Shane stared blankly at the box of suturing needles now placed in front of him, completely lost. “Wyatt…. I don’t understand what you mean…”

Wyatt answered, “The old woman was the one behind it, yes. But she’s not mobile. Instead of stopping her, you brought her here to torment my wife. So tell me, who brought her in?”

Shane swallowed hard. “So… ‘handle it’ means…”

He knew what it meant. He just couldn’t believe Wyatt would actually go that far.

This woman was his mother–his lifesaver!

Wyatt’s cold stare landed on the needle in Shane’s hand.

Suddenly, the needle felt scorching hot. Shane nearly dropped it.

Madam Mary’s face twisted. “Wyatt, how dare you?! Over some seductress, you’d do this to the woman who saved your life? Aren’t you afraid people will curse your name?”

“I am,” Wyatt said evenly. “I’m afraid they won’t talk about my wife enough—then people like you will keep showing up to cause trouble.”

The old woman’s brows drew together. She stared at him in disbelief. “Wyatt, how did you become like this?”

Wyatt looked up. “I’ve always been like this. You just mistook me for a fool.”

“You’re calculating and cold-blooded. You never lift a finger unless there’s something in it for you. Lives mean nothing to you–just ants underfoot. You saved my mother only because you guessed I was from the Powell family. You took a chance, like buying a lottery ticket. Maybe one day, it would pay off.”

Madam Mary’s eyes flickered with guilt.

Wyatt scoffed. “Everything I did for you these past years was theater–for the Powell family. It made them believe I was loyal to Nora. They hid her away thinking they had leverage over me.”

Shane was stunned. “You used Nora? You never loved her?”

“That can’t be… you were with her because-”

He looked toward Yunice in disbelief, his gaze searching.

A spark of realization flashed through his mind.

Could it be that Wyatt had always loved Yunice? That Nora was chosen as a placeholder?

Wyatt caught the look in Shane’s eyes, watching for Yunice’s reaction.

He wasn’t sure if she had heard that recording yet. He wanted to know what she thought.

But Yunice sat quietly, hands twisting the jacket on her lap–expressionless.

Wyatt’s eyes darkened.

Those fools had scared his wife so badly, she couldn’t even think straight.

His voice turned sharp. “What are you waiting for?”

Shane’s voice trembled. “Wyatt.. we were wrong, I admit it. But my mom’s old, and she has chronic illnesses. If you put that needle in her, she might not survive. Please, just let her go this once…”