The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 311

Chapter 311 The Price of Memory

But being sharp–tongued and clever didn’t always bring rewards.

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Paul’s scandal had, after all, left the Powell family owing Taylor a debt. Her family background gave her power, and even if the old man disliked her, he had to show respect for the sake of her maternal family.

“I made an offhand comment and you’re all treating it like a political statement?” the patriarch snapped, thumping his cane. “Not a single one of you knows how to show respect anymore!”

Taylor crossed her arms and ignored him.

Paul, on his knees, stiffened his neck and tried to resist the servants holding him down.

The old man glared at everyone. The sight of Yunice sipping tea and Wyatt slouching like he didn’t care only made him angrier.

Nothing had been decided about Yunice’s stay, and Paul–the one in disgrace–refused to cooperate.

“I’m not going to the Northvale project, and I’m definitely not working under the Cooper family!” Paul shouted. “I’ll make my own way, succeed on my own terms. I don’t need him!”

Jensen visibly winced. Paul? Succeed on his own?

If there weren’t so many people in the room, he’d have gotten up close and said it to his face. Absolutely not happening.

Paul continued to wail, drowning out the room with his tantrum.

Taylor had enough. She covered her ears and snapped, “Shut up already! Do you have no self–awareness at all?”

The patriarch and Jensen began chastising Paul in turn.

Wyatt leaned toward Yunice. “Want to go for a walk?”

He had no interest in listening to the circus anymore.

Yunice nodded. She’d stirred the pot enough for one day. Time to make a graceful exit.

Wyatt led her on a stroll through the Powell estate.

The grounds were expansive, steeped in a century of legacy, but to Wyatt, there wasn’t a single corner worth reminiscing about

Still, he thought Yunice might appreciate it.

She had spent her childhood running around these paths with Paul. Maybe she had fonder memories than he did.

But as they walked, it became unclear whether it was coincidence or fate that led them where they ended up.

They stopped in front of the courtyard where Wyatt had lived as a child.

It was a fenced–off section of the estate–a barren patch with an old well, infamous because someone had once died in it. The area had been sealed since.

The place wasn’t even as nice as the servant quarters, yet this had been assigned to Wyatt and his mother.

It was from this very house that his mother had fallen to her death.

The flat–roofed building wasn’t even three meters high, but it had still managed to claim her life.

Yunice hesitated. She figured Wyatt wouldn’t want to come back here.

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