The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 178

Yunice stayed seated, her voice calm and distant. “Do you dream about Moss at night? Hear him calling your name? Asking why you hurt him? How you could be so cruel? How you could turn on a pet you raised for over four years?”

Paul froze. Whether it was guilt or the intensity of Yunice’s stare, he actually took a step back; his bluster faded fast. “No, I never dreamed that! You’re the one who abandoned Moss; you’re the one who delayed his treatment. If he’s coming after anyone, it’s you.”

“Still pretending?” Yunice cut straight through it. “Moss was poisoned by disinfectant. He was a handful, sure, could unscrew a bottle cap, but you tell me, when did he learn to screw it back on, perfectly tight?”

That was Paul’s slip-up. His guilty conscience had him thinking he could cover it up — after forcing Moss to drink the disinfectant, he’d screwed the cap back on, thinking no one would notice.

Yunice slowly stood. “You say I killed Moss? That I delayed treatment? Then tell me — when Moss was dying, where were you, his so-called owner?”

“Did you take care of the body afterward? Were you there when he was cremated? Did you say goodbye? You did nothing — but now you put on this show of devotion, just to shove all the guilt onto me? Trying to cover up your own conscience?”

“Paul, is it because I’ve been too easy to push around all these years? So now, every time something goes wrong, it’s just second nature for you all to pin it on me…”

Paul’s face twisted with frustration. He cut her off loudly. “You’re just making excuses—”

Splash!

A full glass of red wine hit Paul in the face, cutting off whatever insult he was about to spit out.

“If you want a fight, Mr. Paul, I’m right here,” Yunice said, slamming the glass down hard on the table.

Paul stood there, jaw clenched, holding his breath. The wine ran down his face like blood, staining his white suit red. Looking like that, there was no way he could show his face in public again tonight.

He wiped his face, veins bulging in rage, but he didn’t dare make a scene — not with all the guests around. He’d embarrassed himself too many times lately. His grandfather and father had been disappointed in him for a while now.

With so many people watching, he couldn’t afford another mistake.

He shot Yunice a vicious glare, swallowed his anger, and turned to go change his clothes.

Yunice was just starting to relax when Paul’s phone rang. He paused mid-step, answered the call, then turned to Yunice with a frown. “She’s with me… Alright, I’ll bring her over now.”

He ended the call, came storming back, and yanked Yunice by the arm. “You’re coming with me!”

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