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Everything Owen had just said felt like a cruel joke.

He’d told Yunice not to interfere with the Saunders family’s affairs, but he’d never given her a chance to be involved in the first ce,

Yunice didn’t care what schemes they were bcooking /bup to get Elsie married into the Powell bfamily/b.

She actually couldn’t wait to see what kind of life that pathetic couple would end up living after their wedding

Yunice didn’t bother snooping on whatever ns Elsie was whispering babout /bupstairs, even though she could’ve easily pulled the surveince footage from the study.

What had her attention right now bwas /bJackson. What exactly is he up to

Only someone as naive as Owen bwould /bactually believe Jackson felt guilty.

Jackson had treated his own son bwith /bruthless coldness; he wouldn’t have shown mercy to Yunice.

People like Jackson never made a bmove /bunless there was something in it for them. The shift in his attitude had to be about some hidden benefit. Yet even Yunice couldn’t figure out what value she still had left.

Just then, a faint vibration buzzed at her side.

It was a spare phone Yunice had bought off the ck market–she always kept it close, hidden from the rest of the Saunders bfamily/b.

Only two people ever messaged her at that number–Gill and Joe.

She hadn’t saved Joe’s number, and this text was from an unknown sender: “Ms. Saunders, bthis /bis Joe. Sorry to bother you, but do byou /bhappen to know bany /bremedies for external injuries?”

External injuries? Joe was a renowned doctor–treating wounds was routine for him.

He was probably asking for something to ease pain and make the process more tolerable for his patient..

Yunice actually knew a few remedies, bso /bshe texted back: “Mix equal parts of frankincense and myrrh, bgrind /bthem into a fine powder, and apply it directly to the wound. It’ll help clean out dead tissue, promot? healing, relieve pain, and stop the bleeding.

Joe replied quickly: “Thank byou/b.”

bJust /bthen, Owen and Elsie came down the bstairs/b.

Owen spoke in a low bvoice /bto her, “Don’t go to the hospital for nowb; /bit’ll look bad.”

He’d spent another chunk of money to temporarily pacify bthat /bfamily, but there was no telling if it would be enough next time.

Unless Elsie got her medical license, she breally /bcouldn’t keep using patients to bpractice/b.

Elsie pouted. “But what about my internship, Owen? Am I supposed to dy graduation now.”

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Owen reassured her. “Just treat it as a break. Focus on getting things settled bwith /bPaul. Once you’re part of the Powell family, their resources will be yours to use–graduating will be a breeze.”

Hearing that, Elsie brightened again.

Owen sighed with relief. “Thank God Yunice still holds some leverage with Mr. Jackson, otherwise, I wouldn’t bhave /bhad a bway /bto cover for you.”

The thought of marrying into the Powell family and rising above the entire Saunders n made Elsie so giddy she clung to Owen’s arm and beamed, “You’re the best, Owen. I wouldn’t have known what to do without your help.

Owen looked at her fondly. “You were smart enough to bact /bwhen it mattered. If byou /bhadn’t taken that step with Paul, he wouldn’t havemitted so soon.

They walked through the living room without even noticing Yunice standing silently in the tea room.

She lowered her gaze and quietly set her ss down.

Owen’s words were like a dull de, slicing through her chest.

When she and Paul had been caught, Owen hadn’t said anything like this. Her father had just passed, and she had only bbeen /bseventeen.

At a Powell family banquet. Paul had shown up dressed to the nines–only for someone to spot the love

bites on his neck.

Everyone hadughed and joked about how passionate the young couple bwas/b; they’d called them a perfect match, full of youthful fire. It was only natural for things to happen.

Jackson had smiled and called Yunice a good girl, but his gaze had shifted–like he thought she’d deliberately seduced bPaul /band exposed their baffair/b.

After that, the Powell family’s attitude toward her changed, and so did the Saunders family’s.

Owen had made her kneel for three days at her father’s grave, demanding bshe /brepent for her shameful behavior.

She could still see the disgust and fury on his face. But how, when the same thing happened with Elsie, he acted like a different man–full of praise.

You were smart enough to act when it mattered. How could have raised such a filthy sister! You’ve shamed mepletely! The same bvoice/b, the same mouth–yet bsuch /bdrastically different words. They echoed back band /bforth in Yunice’s mind, shredding the bpart /bof her heart she thought had already gone numb

Even after everything, it still hurt. She was angry at their bias; angry at the injustice of it all.

Yunice clenched the ss in her hand until her nails lost color from the pressure. Only after forcing herself to calm down did she return to her room–where she picked up that bpink /bcashmere scarf…

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