The Daughter in the Shadows
Chapter 97 Blood Runs Cold
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Wyatt’s gaze swept past the guilt written all over Owens face, and only then did he seem to notice Yunice, held between two bodyguards. She looked completely wrecked; after being dragged around, her clothes hung loose on her, and the wild mess of her hair barely hid the anxious fear in her eyes. She looked like a frightened little fool.
Wyatt’s lips pressed into a thin, hard line. When he finally spoke, it sounded like the words were forced through gritted molars. “Some people really don’t care about staying alive, huh? You had the guts to lay a hand on her.”
The moment the words left his mouth, a group of bodyguards surged forward from the crowd, closing in so tightly there wasn’t an inch of space left between them.
One bystander, too slow to react and still recording on their phone, had their device snatched away and smashed under a heel.
The air grew tense as over a dozen guards took their positions. No one dared speak up. Wyatt stepped forward, his unreadable gaze fixed directly on Owen.
Owen instinctively wanted to look away, but with so many eyes on him, he forced himself to meet Wyatt’s
stare.
Trying to stay composed, he said, “Wyatt, she isn’t married to you yet. As her brother, I have every right to take her home. That’s not unreasonable, is it?”
Wyatt waited until he’d finished speaking. His eyes narrowed dangerously, and he answered with a slow, cold smirk instead of words. Owen felt the shift instantly, a threat hanging in the silence–but before he could move, Wyatt tossed his cane into the air.
By the time it dropped, Wyatt had caught it three inches below the top, flipped it, and slammed the metal handle straight into Owen’s gut.
Owen didn’t even make a sound–he just stumbled back, breathless, collapsing to one knee, his body curling in on itself like a shrimp.
Wyatt might’ve had trouble walking, but his arms were as strong as ever.
That single blow matched the force of Owen’s kick to Yunice–blow for blow.
“Owen!” Elsie cried out and rushed to him.
Tears streamed down her face as she spread her arms in front of Owen like a human shield, sobbing, “Mr. Cooper, if hitting someone is the only way you can stand up for your sister, then hit me! Just don’t hurt
Owen…”
She bit her lip, red–eyed and trembling like a fragile little wildflower. Paul couldn’t take it anymore–he rolled forward in his wheelchair and snapped, “Elsie! Why are you begging him?”
Then he turned his glare on Wyatt. “They’re brother and sister. A brother taking his sister home is perfectly reasonable. You’re meddling in things that aren’t your business!”
“Brother and sister?” Wyatt scoffed, then shot Paul a sharp look. “And what proof do you have they’re even related?”
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Chapter 97 Blood Runs Cold
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Wyatt let out a low, dry chuckle. “Same parents, huh… Then why does he have an identity, but his ‘sister‘ doesn’t? Maybe we should get a DNA test–see what that turns up.”
He wanted Owen’s hand?
Is he really about to commit assault in public? But the moment Paul spoke, Wyatt’s guards sprang into action. They swiftly cleared the crowd, sealed off every exit, and locked the place down.
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