Chapter 122 Nothing Left to Hold On To
Paul fell silent. After a few seconds, he said, “Don’t you think this is unfair to Yunice?”
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Owen didn’t respond at first either; the question hung in the aur. But a moment later, he clenched his fists and muttered through gritted teeth. “I don’t have a choice. If Yunny marries Wyatt, and my dad could see it from the afterlife, he’d blame
me.”
Paul let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “Both of them are the same kind of worthless; and you’re seriously trying to compare them?”
So marrying Wyatt properly isn’t good enough, but getting tied to Morgan, the walking scandal, is finer
Owen had no comeback. He just clenched his fists tighter, the pain from his injured hand still sharp
That moment when Wyatt stood up for Yunice–Owen couldn’t forget it. If Yunice had been all bark and no bite, Wyatt was the one who lit a fire under her.
I can’t afford to let the Saunders family gain another enemy, Owen murmured.
So he had to cut off her wings.
The sound he thought he’d heard earlier still nagged at him; not wanting to risk a mistake, Owen said, “Stay here. I’m going to check outside”
Paul didn’t argue. Meanwhile, Yunice had already heard most of their conversation from the other side of the window.
Tears slid down her cheeks, collecting at her chin before falling
Yunice forced a bitter smile and looked up at the overcast sky. The dark clouds hung like a giant burial shroud, wrapping everything in gloom.
It was like a bucket of freezing water poured over a burning fire in the dead of winter–her heart, once soaring, now plummeted into despair.
She’d thought Owen was still her brother, she’d thought Paul had once been a true friend.
She believed that even if they looked down on her, they’d still offer a hand in her darkest hour. Who would’ve thought–they were the ones who shoved the knife in…
And like a fool, she had actually tried to call out to them for help. The wind whipped between the buildings, sweeping the tears right off her face.
The salty streaks dried stiffly on her skin. Yunice finally looked up again at the ventilation window.
They all wanted to crush her and humiliate her; all the more reason she had to fight back–head held high.
She moved slowly, turning her body so she now faced the wall instead of leaning against it
Standing on her toes, she reached up for the window ledge. Still just a few inches short.
Looking down, there was nothing but a deadly drop beneath her; above, nowhere to push off from.
Despair surged up–only to be buried beneath rising fury.
If she had to die, even if she had to go to hell, she’d still climb up there. She’d stand right in front of Owen and watch him try to explain himself.
Yunice gritted her teeth and leapt upward, managing to catch the edge of the window with her lingertips despite the gap
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But she had used up too much strength already. By the time half her body was wedged inside the vent, she was on the verge of collapse.
Her leg slammed into the wall with a jarring thud; she couldn’t haul herself in.
Footsteps echoed outside the bathroom. A doorknob clicked.
Paul stepped in–and froze when his eyes locked with Yunice’s
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She was hanging upside down, half her body inside the ventilation window. Paul stood there, stunned.
place like this,
He probably couldn’t have imagined in a million years that Yunice would show up in a p
Just as he moved forward, he paused; something clicked in his head. His expression darkened. “You were out there this whole
time?
He realized now–those sounds he’d heard earlier had been Yunice trying to get their attention. Which meant she’d also heard everything he and Owen had said.
Paul eyed her cautiously; sure enough, her eyes were bloodshot, blazing with fury.
His impulse to help her vanished. And then footsteps sounded again outside. Owen’s voice rang out before he even arrived. “Something’s wrong–Yunice isn’t
in the room. She’s vanished-
He cut off mid–sentence. The second he reached the bathroom, he spotted Yunice dangling from the vent.
His expression was even more shocked than Paul’s. He flinched back, practically jumping, and slammed into the frosted glass door with a loud bang.
It took him three seconds to recover. He met Paul’s eyes, then, without thinking, lunged forward to grab Yunice and pull her
Just then, Paul said sharply, “Owen!”
Owen turned and glared. “What are you stopping me for! She’s outside a skyscraper–what if she falls?”
Paul
gave him a look of exasperation. He lowered his voice. “She heard everything we said”
Boom.
Owen felt like he had been hit by a ton of bricks.
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