Chapter 6 Where Is The Wound? Show Me!

That gaze from the man was too cold, filled with vigilance and hostility, like a venomous snake lurking in the dark, assessing danger. I had clearly helped him, so why was he looking at her like that? Did he feel insulted, unable to endure the humiliation? Instinctively, Yunice stepped back, lowered her head to adjust her clothes, and deliberately ignored his gaze. Without her support, the man seemed unsteady on his feet and had to lean on the black cane hidden behind him. Yunice had no intention of meddling, but the man exuded an air of nobility from head to toe. His status was clearly extraordinary. The people who had captured him obviously did not want any witnesses. That meant I, as an eyewitness, could also be implicated. I had sneaked out today and wanted nothing more than to avoid trouble, so helping him was, in a way, helping myself. Fortunately, the man was crippled. No matter what he planned to do, as long as I just grabbed the bank card and ran, he wouldn’t be able to catch me. As expected, he didn’t chase after her. Yunice relaxed her steps. Now, her mind finally had time to process what had happened. The man’s face flashed through her memory, and apart from feeling that he looked familiar, she noticed something else. … There was something off about the herbal scent on him. Yunice didn’t dwell on it, though. Instead, she rushed to the auction house to grab a box of Alphasirox pills before buying a new phone and a SIM card that didn’t require ID registration. At that moment, Owen and Lily were still at the hospital. In the hospital ward, Giana was tidying up daily necessities while muttering, “If Ms. Saunders had returned earlier, Ms. Elsie wouldn’t have fallen ill. Now she has to stay in the hospital for a few more days…” Owen frowned, looking toward the hallway, but Yunice was nowhere to be seen. Annoyed, he snapped, “She’s heartless! Just how precious are her legs that she won’t even come visit?” Lily’s eyes were red from exhaustion. As she wiped Elsie’s hands, she tried to defend Yunice, “She just got home. Maybe she’s tired. Don’t be too harsh on her.” Owen scoffed, “She had good food and sleep at the psychiatric hospital. How tired could she be?” In this household, the mother had to take care of everyone’s daily needs; Elsie had to study and work in place of her incompetent sister; Oscar was busy with research overseas and had no time to return home; and I myself had to manage the hospital and earn money for the family. None of us dared to say we were tired. Yet Yunice, who squandered the family’s money while lazing around in a psychiatric hospital, had the nerve to call herself exhausted? Just then, Giana cheerfully walked over, holding a box. “Mr. Owen, this necklace must be worth a fortune! It’s so beautiful!” She took the necklace out of the box and turned to Elsie. “Let me help you put it on!” Elsie, thinking it was for her, was overjoyed and sat up in delight. But before she could wear it, Owen suddenly realized something. Seeing the necklace about to be placed around Elsie’s neck, he blurted out, “That’s for Yunny!” Giana froze. Lily was first taken aback, then her brows furrowed slightly as if she had figured something out. Elsie’s face turned beet red in embarrassment, and she hastily pushed Giana’s hands away. Owen also felt awkward. To smooth things over, he said, “Elsie, this one isn’t valuable. I’ll buy you a better one next time.” Elsie sighed enviously. “It’s not about the price; it’s about the sentiment behind it. This pendant has three stars—two big ones protecting a smaller one in the middle, just like how you and Oscar care for your sister… I wish I could be part of that bond, but I will always be an outsider.” Owen flicked her forehead, coaxing her, “Why compare yourself to her? Oscar and I care about you the most.” Elsie glanced at the necklace that Owen casually stuffed into his pocket, her expression darkening. If they truly cared about me, they would have given me the necklace to make me happy. But Owen had already gotten up and called Giana outside. In the hallway, Owen coldly stared at Giana. “You better remember—you’re just a housekeeper. If you overstep again, pack your things and leave.” Giana felt wronged and tried to argue, “But in the past, the gifts from you and Mr. Oscar were always for Ms. Elsie…” Owen cut her off sharply, “Do I have only one sister?” Giana wanted to bring up how Yunice had stolen her phone, but Owen was already too irritated to listen. “I’m going home to grab some clothes for Elsie.” When he returned to the Saunders mansion, the lights were on, but Yunice was nowhere to be seen. Elsie was so ill, and yet Yunice could still sleep soundly? Owen went to knock on Yunice’s door. He knocked for a full minute before it finally opened from the inside. Yunice was wearing an oversized T-shirt, still damp from a recent shower. Facing her up close, Owen finally noticed something off— Yunice’s face was unnaturally pale, and she had lost weight. The oversized T-shirt draped over her, making her look like a fragile paper doll. Then something crosses his mind. There was a faint air of decay lingering around her. A twenty-year-old girl should be vibrant. The hair is smooth and flowing, the movements are light and lively, the face is warm with a gentle smile, and there is a pair of bright eyes. Like Elsie. But Yunice wasn’t like that. She walked sluggishly, barely lifting her feet, her gaze downcast. Her hands hesitantly pressed against her stomach, her back hunched. Even a seventy-year-old woman had more energy than her. Elsie’s graceful image flashed through Owen’s mind, and he snapped in frustration, “This isn’t a psychiatric hospital. Stop acting like an old lady out for a walk! Straighten your back!” Yunice frowned. My internal injuries were already causing pain, and moving only worsened it. Earlier at the black market, I had pushed myself too hard to cooperate with that man’s act. It was already in agony. She tried to explain, “I can’t straighten up; it’s too—” Before she could finish saying “painful,” Owen grabbed her shoulders and forcibly straightened her posture, refusing to let her hold her stomach. Watching her face turn pale from pain, struggling against him, Owen still wouldn’t let go. He stubbornly wanted to force her back to her old, confident self. “I said it hurts! It hurts!” Yunice shoved Owen away, panting, her eyes cold. Owen stumbled back two steps, startled as he grabbed the doorframe for support. “Owen! Yunice! Don’t fight!” Elsie coughed into her hands as she hurried over with Lily’s help. Owen came to his senses and snapped at Yunice, “Where does it hurt? Your arms? Your legs? Show everyone! Otherwise, people will think I’m bullying you!” Yunice had no visible wounds. The psychiatric hospital was skilled at tormenting people without leaving external injuries, ensuring that family members wouldn’t notice. Yunice replied coldly, “I have internal injuries causing slow hemorrhaging. If you want to see my wounds, you’d have to slice me open and pull them out for display.” She raised her gaze, her eyes freezing over. “Would you dare look?” Lily’s eyes immediately reddened. Choking up, she said, “Yunny, your brother cares about you. He’d never hurt you. Saying such things will only break his heart!” Tears welled up as she instructed Giana, “Prepare the car. We’re taking Yunny to the hospital, just in case she really is unwell.” Unexpectedly, Owen was still stubborn. “Yunice, our family owns a hospital. Think before you lie! Internal bleeding causes unbearable pain, yet you haven’t even cried out once and still have the strength to push me? I think you’re just making things up!”