Chapter 685 The Truth About Elsie

The man in the white coat closed his eyes for a moment before continuing.

“My wife was humiliated by them over and over. The mental strain triggered unbearable contractions. She tried to call me for help, but Yunice snatched her phone away. While my wife was screaming in pain and begging for help, they laughed and filmed her giving birth. They threatened her—told her to deliver on her own and not trouble them. If she dared to speak up after leaving the operating room, they’d release the video so the whole internet could see how disgusting she looked. My wife was in agony, frantic with fear, and started bleeding heavily. And Owen, as the lead surgeon, actually went to see other patients instead of helping her. She took her last breath to the sound of Yunice’s laughter, buried in fear and pain.

“Afterward, the Saunders family used their connections to hand me some hush money. They even stirred up public opinion, claiming I’d had an affair and had killed my wife and child on purpose. The lies spread so far that I couldn’t get help anywhere.”

He paused, then let out a twisted laugh, as if aware he wouldn’t be leaving here alive. “But I’ve already had my revenge. Did you think I’d let Yunice die so easily? No… I want her to feel my wife’s pain. No, a thousand times worse.”

Scarface frowned. What did that mean?

Hadn’t Elsie already died? And not just died—she’d passed away from severe injuries, with Owen and Lily crying at her side.

If that was true, she hadn’t suffered much in the end.

As Wyatt’s subordinate, Scarface had always thought Elsie got off too easy. In their old way of doing things, even if Elsie was on the brink of death, they’d have shocked her back to life over and over, making sure she couldn’t die no matter how much she wanted to.

He finished the thought and then noticed something strange—Wyatt and Yunice didn’t look surprised at all.

The man in the white coat noticed too. “Why aren’t you shocked? You–”

“I know,” Yunice said calmly. “Elsie never died.”

Their commotion had roused Lily from her drugged slumber.

The anesthesia left her groggy and limp, unable to move.

Yunice turned to her and met her open eyes.

“Elsie is the one who killed your wife and child,” she said, each word deliberate. “I’m Yunice. She took their lives, and she stole my name and my life too. You don’t want her to die so easily? I feel the same.”

Both Lily and the man in the white coat stared at her in shock.

“You… you know she’s alive?” the man stammered. “Then… you know where she is?”

Yunice shot him a look. “How do you think you managed to swap her out?”

The man fell silent.

On the bed, Lily made a gurgling sound, her eyes pleading to speak. But the leftover anesthesia made it impossible to move or form words.

Yunice walked over and stopped beside her, her voice cold. “You want to ask if Elsie’s really alive?”

“Yes, she’s alive. When she ‘died‘ in Owen’s and your arms, she still had a breath left. I made sure she lived. I used a special formula to put her into a state of temporary death. When they took her body to the crematorium, this man stole her ‘corpse‘—and that’s when she woke up.”

Lily’s expression twisted, fury and desperation filling her eyes.

Seeing her struggling to move her fingers, Yunice said softly, “Hate me?”

“If you knew what kind of life Elsie’s had these past three months, you might hate me even more.”

“But you’d better control yourself.”

Her finger pointed to Lily’s chest. “You just had a liver donation surgery. Don’t get too worked up, or you might never see your precious daughter again.”

Lily’s eyes widened further. The slight movement in her hand froze as she instinctively tried to touch her chest.

She felt no pain, no sense of what had been done—thanks to the anesthesia still in effect.

“Owen has liver cancer,” Yunice told her. “He cut out two-thirds of your liver to save himself. Afraid you wouldn’t agree, he went ahead and did it on his own.”

Lily’s gaze went blank. Whether it was too much to process or too devastating to accept, she didn’t react for a long time.

“Post guards,” Yunice said to Scarface. “Don’t let her die.”

Scarface looked down at the man he was holding. “What about him?”

“Let him go where he needs to go,” Yunice said with a glance.

“Police station?” Scarface asked cautiously.

Yunice didn’t say no. As Wyatt passed by, he gave Scarface a look.

Scarface understood and nodded.