The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 175

Tears slipped down Owen's cheeks. His face, filled with despair, looked as though he could already see the downfall of the Saunders family.

"Hah." Yunice let out a cold laugh. "How many surgeries do you even perform in a year? Let's be honest. You and Elsie were never good in the medicine industry. Now you want to use your injuries to cover up your own incompetence?"

"You…!" Owen's fragile pride shattered. Enraged, he raised his hand to strike her.

But Yunice grabbed a porcelain cup from the table to defend herself.

Before they could clash, Lily threw herself between them, sobbing uncontrollably. "Stop it, both of you! Elsie's passed out. We need to get her to the hospital!"

Owen flung her off angrily, scooped Elsie into his arms, and left the Powell mansion in a panic.

Yunice had arrived with the Saunders family, but she left alone.

As she stepped over the threshold of the Powell mansion, fresh finger marks still visible on her neck, she expected to see Gill waiting outside.

Instead, it was Taylor's people.

"Ms. Saunders, Ms. Taylor would like to invite you for coffee. Would you honor her?"

Yunice looked toward the luxury car. The window lowered, revealing Taylor's face with red lips in icy elegance.

They locked eyes. Yunice had dealt with Taylor before and knew something of her character, so she nodded.

At a high-end café in Silverburgh, just one pot of coffee cost thousands.

Taylor casually ordered a few desserts, then glanced up at Yunice while passing her the menu.

The first time she met Yunice was at Virtue Hall, during an argument with Dr. Rylie. Back then, Paul had introduced her as a friend's little sister. She had worn plain clothes and had a small, porcelain-pale face. She was an unremarkable girl, clean like a glass of water.

That was Taylor's first impression. Simple and forgettable.

The second time was at the Powell family banquet. She wore a princess dress and stood beside Wyatt, catching a two-meter-long macaw with ease.

That's when Taylor saw the strength beneath the surface.

Today was the third meeting, and this time, what struck her was Yunice's calm.

Her clothes were still simple. Her long black hair was neatly tucked behind her ears, making her pale skin look even fairer. But that bruise on her neck, distinctly finger-shaped, was clearly left by a man.

There was only one likely culprit.

Taylor frowned. She once had a good opinion of Owen, thinking him a refined gentleman. Turns out, he was just another abuser.

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