Chapter 703 The Game of Punishment

Gill waved her hand, and the driver pushed the jewelry box forward. “This was something discarded from the young lady’s home. I heard it used to be yours, so I thought I’d bring it back to you. There’s no jewelry inside anymore, of course. I filled it with something new.”

The nurse wheeled it closer and casually slid open one of the compartments. The moment she saw what was inside, her face changed.

Gill spoke calmly. “Back then, you locked up our young lady and invented a little game called ‘Human Tower’ to torment her. So I made a game for you too. Let’s call it ‘Flip the Card.’ Every day, a drawer opens. Whatever punishment is written inside, you’ll receive it. No exceptions.”

Elsie sat on the ground, clutching her grotesque belly, screaming incoherently. “You’re all bullying me! You’re all picking on me!”

She hadn’t just failed to escape the psychiatric ward–several people had already come through to take turns tormenting her.

And she knew why. They were doing it for Yunice. Every single one of them.

Why was it like this? Why did no one love her anymore? Why did everyone only love Yunice?

Screaming in a mix of rage and despair, Elsie was dragged away, her sobs echoing down the corridor.

Yunice stepped out of her room and leaned against the second-floor railing, looking down at Wyatt sitting alone on the couch in the living room.

The Saunders estate was quiet now—just the two of them left inside.

She glanced toward Owen’s old bedroom and wondered how much longer he would be locked away.

Her gaze flicked back to Wyatt before she slipped away and made a call.

“Ma’am?” The voice on the other end was Scar, surprised. Yunice rarely contacted people like him herself.

“Go to the police station,” she said. “Get a message to my brother. Tell him I’ve been attacked and I’m about to die.”

There was a long pause before Scar responded, confused. “What are you trying to do?”

“This is Wyatt’s idea,” Yunice replied. “Just do it. If you don’t believe me, I can hand him the phone and you can ask him yourself.”

Scar hurried to cut her off. “No, no, that’s not necessary. I’ll go right away.”

He knew better than to question her. If Yunice said it, it was as good as Wyatt saying it–and questioning Yunice now would be as good as calling Wyatt a liar. That was not a mistake he was willing to make.

Besides, Wyatt had already made it clear–Yunice’s word was law.

After hanging up, Yunice looked back at Wyatt and walked downstairs.

There was no other way to ensure the message would reach Oscar.

She sat down next to Wyatt on the couch, let out a soft sigh, and asked in a quiet voice, “Where do you think Paul and Nora are hiding now?”

Her eyes stayed on him as she continued, “We’ve been looking for so long and still haven’t found them. What if someone’s hiding them?”

Wyatt answered evenly, “The Powell family still has deep roots. It wouldn’t be surprising if a few loyal old servants helped them disappear. If they are being protected, finding them won’t be easy.”

Yunice was quiet for a moment, then asked abruptly, “What about Linda?”

After Paul fled, the remaining members of the Powell family had scrambled to divide the assets and distance themselves. Without the old man or Jensen around, Linda had lost her strongest backing. There was no way she’d stay.

Wyatt replied, “Last I heard, she took some money and fled the country.”

Yunice nodded thoughtfully, then turned to him again. “I want to visit the Johnson family. Are you coming?”

Wyatt froze mid-scroll on his phone, then looked over. “Why the sudden interest in the Johnsons?”

Yunice smiled, crossing one leg over the other as she leaned back into the sofa. “What do you think?”

His face instantly tensed. “You knew all along?”

“I did,” she said simply. “Back when Nora escaped, you gave her a passport, a new ID, a bank card. All of that made sense. But there was one thing that didn’t fit–a bracelet.”

Wyatt didn’t speak.

“It was old,” Yunice went on, “and the style was completely ordinary. It didn’t belong in that bag. Not unless it was something deeply personal. So I planted a tracker in it. I figured Nora might discard everything else - but not that bracelet.”

Her voice remained calm, but her words cut deep.

“And I was right. She kept it. I’ve known where she was this entire time. First, she hid at the Saunders estate, trying to stay close by. Then, when Timothy escaped, she ran again–this time back to the Johnson family. Their matriarch’s in the hospital, Morgan’s in prison, Benjamin’s gone. Of course she’d pick there to hide.”

She looked at Wyatt, “And the only reason she could hide at the Saunders estate in the first place… was because someone familiar with the house took her there.”

“Paul,” she said. “They’re together. And the one giving him orders from behind the scenes is Nora.” Wyatt’s expression grew visibly tense. “I didn’t give her that bracelet.”

He sounded defensive, like he needed her to know he hadn’t crossed a line of loyalty.

But Yunice cut him off with a quiet firmness.

“Wyatt, it’s time to let my brother come home.”