Chapter 215 Old Scores, New Wounds

“Hmph.” Yunice sneered, watching Elsie’s show. “Do you really think everyone’s as much of ban /bidiot as Owen? That they’ll just dance around your little games?”

Elsie looked confused–until Carl’s bcold /bvoice cut through the air.

“So much effort running the show, and yet you can’t even make space for your own sister to stay in the house? What exactly have you been busy with all these byears/b?”

Owen’s face flushed hot. He darted a nce at Yunice, his eyes full of embarrassment and threat, wondering if she’d said something to Carl behind his back. I still need to work bwith /bMr. Carl, iI /ican’t afford to let him think poorly of me!

Carl bsaid/b, “Don’t look at her. I’ve seen all the quarterly reports from Saunders Hospital. The ce has been going bdownhill /bbyear /bafter year–is that Yunny’s fault too?”

“Mr. Carl…” Elsie’s voice trembled, a bmix /bof panic and dread. “It’s not Owen’s bfault/bb…/b”

But before she could finish, Carl snapped, “And who the heck do you think you bare/b, speaking bto /bmeb?/b”

His cold, impatient re made Elsie flinch hard. Her eyes reddened instantly, as if she’d been bullied.

But then, quick as lightning, she ran to Yunice’s side and grabbed her arm, crying as bshe /bpleaded, “Yunice, tell Mr. Carl! Tell him how hard Owen’s worked ball /bthese years, please. He’ll believe byou /b

-he trusts you…

Seeing Elsie desperately trying to plead Owen’s case, even while clearly terrified, touched something in Owen.

Compared to that, Yunice’s icy silence only made his heart chill.

Noticing Carl’s dislike toward Elsie, Owen made up his mind–he’d stand up for her.

He addressed Carl with solemn resolve. “Mr. Carl, I think you’ve misunderstood Elsie. She’s my real sister, not some outsider. I only hope she can be treated with the same kindness and protection you bgive /bYunny.”

bCarl /bbhad /bbeen merely cold before–but hearing bthat /bmade his expression darken with genuine fury.

“Will only bhad /bone daughter–Yunny. And bthat /bone? If anything, she’s the reason your father ended up dead.”

Just as he said it, Lily bhad /bwalked in–and caught every word. With a loud thump, she staggered and copsed bagainst /bthe doorframe.

The noise caught everyone’s attention.

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Lily clung to the doorframe, her expression crumbling. Her eyes, aged by time, brimmed with tears–then overflowed.

Elsic panicked. “Owen, did Mom hear what Mr. Carl said?”

Owen panicked too. He and Elsie rushed to Lily’s side, one on each side supporting her. Owen’s voice shook. “Mom, why are you here?”

Lily nced guiltily at Carl, then tried topose herself. “I heard something happened with Elsie. I bwas /bworried…”

Owen whipped his head around to re at Yunice. “You called Mom here, bdidn’t /byou?”

In bhis /bmind, Yunice wanted Lily to witness Elsie being humiliated–bthat /bway, she’d feel satisfied.

But Yunice frowned. Lily didn’te because of me.

Still, with Lily’s arrival, the atmosphere shifted once bagain/b.

Yunice looked to Carl.

Carl’s brow was furrowed into a hard line, his expression cold, though something unreadable flickered in his eyes.

He band /bWill had been bas /bclose as family.

Back when Will married Lily, Carl had been ba /bconstant presence. In a bway/b, Carl and Lily were old acquaintances.

When Lily disappeared, Carl had beven /bused his connections to search for her.

But after Will died, and with everything that followed, it had been over twenty years since hest bsaw /bher.

Old friends meeting again stirred old memories. Two decades had passed. The kids were grown: time bhad /bleft its bmark /bon them all.

Lily stepped forward, her eyes already bloodshot. “Carlb./b”

Carl bdidn’t /banswer. His face remained cold.

Lily looked down. “I know you me bme/b. You think I’m the breason /bWill died–your best friend…..”

Her voice was barely more than a bwhisper/b. “I don’t me you. All of Will’s friends think the

Owen and Elsie clutched at Lily’s arms, eyes red with emotion.

Owen clenched his jaw, fury building as bhe /bwatched bhis /bmother humbled like this. “Mr

mom is a victim too. bFor /bbblteen /byears, she lived a life worse than death. No one bhas /bthe right to me her–not even you!”

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She bleaned /bin and said, “Everyone, if you need to talk, bmaybe /btake it somewhere else?”

This is still the Powell mansion. One after anotherb, /bsobbing and pleading on bthe /bfloor–it’s starting to look like we’re bullying someone.