Chapter 181 No Mercy

Yunice went on, "Elsie didn’t even have a scratch on her. She cried and said she was scared—asked if that heavy thing was going to kill her. And you comforted her, told her, 'Don’t be scared, it’s okay, it wasn’t going to hit you; see? It hit Yunice.' You sounded so relieved when you said it—so calm. But you never once looked back at me. Elsie was already fifteen, and I was just sixteen, but you never comforted me. That day, while you held her and wiped her tears, you told me to clean the blood off my hand so I could drive you both to the hospital. Did you beg for me then, like you’re begging now? Did you get down on your knees and plead with the doctors to treat the kid with a fractured hand? Did you tell them if it wasn’t treated right, it’d heal wrong, leave scars, ruin her grip—destroy her dream of becoming a lead surgeon?" Paul looked at Yunice, slightly stunned, as if he’d never heard about any of this before. If it was true, then Lily really had gone too far.