Chapter 671
672 Needle to the Heart
Yunice scoffed. “You old hag. And here I thought you actually had some guts. Turns out you’re just a coward hiding behind dirty tricks. You were planning to bury that needle in my veinlet it ride through my bloodstream until it reached my heart. It wouldn’t kill me right away, but it’d be enough to take the out slowly. You think that if I’m gone, Wyatt will never build his own family. That you can keep him all to yourself, forever.”
The needle in Madam Mary’s hand trembled. This woman–she really could see straight into people’s darkest thoughts.
Yes, that’s exactly what she’d planned. Scratching her face or breaking her fingers wouldn’t be enough . Yunice had to die, or the threat would never end.
But Yunice suddenly burst out laughing. “Idiot. Can’t even be a proper villain. You were so busy gloating you forgot to knock me out first. Did you really think I’d just sit here, fully conscious, while you stabbed a needle into my vein–and not tell Wyatt afterward?”
Madam Mary’s stomach dropped.
That was exactly her plan. The needle was fine and short, painful upon entry, but once inside the bloodstream, it’d be undetectable.
If Yunice were unconscious when it happened, even after waking up, she wouldn’t know what was wrong- let alone think to ask for help.
But now Yunice had figured it all out. And if she didn’t die fast enough, the Johnson family would be the first ones facing Wyatt’s wrath.
But Yunice had already seen everything…
Panic rising, the old woman snapped to the two men, “Hold her down! Don’t let her move!”
Just then, the two thugs pinning Yunice suddenly staggered–and slammed to the floor with a crash.
“Yunice!” Wyatt’s voice came from nowhere, and in a flash, he was at her side.
“…Wyatt?” Madam Mary stammered, completely stunned. “Weren’t you in Silverburgh? How did you teleport here? How are you this fast?!”
Yunice narrowed her eyes and collapsed delicately into Wyatt’s arms.
She looked like a fragile willow in the wind, delicate and helpless–like a scene out of some drama.
Wyatt’s face was full of panic. He didn’t know where she was hurt.
He turned toward Madam Mary and shouted, “What did you do to her?!”
What did they do?
They didn’t even have to lay a finger on her. Yunice had been running her mouth moments ago , full of fire -and now she looked like death.
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She was clearly faking it!
Why couldn’t Wyatt see it? Didn’t he notice the bruises on Shane’s face, or the blood on here
Madam Mary barked, “Wyatt, come to your senses! She’s pretending! She’s the one who attacked us!”
She jabbed a finger at the welt on her cheek. “She slapped me! Wyatt, she slapped me in the face!
Wyatt snapped, “So your response was to hurt her?!”
So what ?
Wasn’t the real issue that she had been slapped?
She got hit and she’s the one in the wrong now?!
Fuming, Madam Mary tried to retort–but the look in Wyatt’s eyes froze the words in her throat.
He was looking at her like she was already dead.
Her heart sank. Had this woman really bewitched him completely?
But when Wyatt looked at Yunice again, all that cold fury softened into deep concern.
He cradled her protectively and asked in a low voice, “Are you hurt? Tell me–where does it hurt?”
Yunice murmured, “I’m just… a little scared. Madam Mary said I seduced you. Said the only way you’d ever stop thinking about building a home with me… was if I died…”
Madam Mary and Shane stood there, speechless–utterly dumbfounded.
That woman was spewing pure lies!
Madam Mary trembled, hands shaking in fury. “Didn’t I just say?! Wyatt, open your eyes! She’s pretending! She’s lying to you!
She was fine before you came in–completely fine!”
But Wyatt wasn’t even listening. His focus was solely on Yunice.
She gave a few soft coughs in his arms and added weakly, “I’m telling the truth. She was going to stab the needle into my vein… let it flow to my heart… so I’d die.”
Wyatt’s eyes reddened. He looked at Madam Mary with a storm of pain and rage.
The old woman’s hand jerked behind her back, trying to hide the needle she still held.
But the gesture was all too obvious.
Wyatt lifted Yunice gently and pulled a chair over, placing her down carefully.
Then he took off his jacket and draped it over her lap.
Standing in front of her, shielding her completely, he fixed Madam Mary with a cold, cutting stare.
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“ You know she’s my wife.”
Yunice sat curled behind him, small and smug. Like a cat, her triumphant gaze peeked out from behind Wyatt’s broad back, aimed straight at Madam Mary..
The old woman nearly choked from rage–but worse was the sinking dread in her gut.
Because this time, Wyatt was truly, absolutely furious.