The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 179

Paul’s face darkened. “We’re talking about her — why drag me into this again? It’s grandpa and dad who won’t acknowledge Elsie, not me. I never said I wouldn’t take responsibility.”

Owen scoffed. “What use is a coward like you to her anyway? I might as well let Elsie marry into a decent family — better than watching you chase after your wealth.”

Yunice watched the two men tear into each other with a cold sneer; when people were rotten enough, you didn’t have to lift a finger. Just let their interests clash — they’d tear each other apart on their own.

“What do you mean?” Paul picked up on the jab, visibly annoyed.

Owen jabbed him right in the ego. “It’s all over Silverbrough — how useless you are. That’s why the Powell family keeps getting crushed by Wyatt.”

“Isn’t that why you’re marrying Taylor? She’s rich and powerful; that’ll keep you living off a woman for the rest of your life!”

Paul’s face flushed bright red. He yanked his tie loose, furious. “Say that again — I dare you. I’ll knock you so senseless you’ll be drinking from a straw the rest of your life!”

“Go ahead — hit me! I’ve had it with your whole damn Powell family!” Owen raised his fist too.

Just as the two were about to come to blows — crash!

Lily hurled a vase at the floor; it shattered loudly, sending shards flying and stopping the fight cold.

She cried out, voice raw and shaking, “What the heck are you two still fighting about? Isn’t Elsie’s hand more important right now?”

Stumbling toward Yunice, she dropped to her knees with a thud on the broken porcelain. Her voice rasped. “Yunny… it’s all my fault, every bit of it. Elsie’s innocent. Please, I’m begging you — give her a chance…”

Blood seeped from Lily’s knees where the sharp edges had cut into her skin.

Panicked, Owen shoved Paul aside and rushed forward to help her.

But Lily refused to get up.

Her eyes locked onto Yunice, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded, “Your brother said if Elsie’s fingers don’t get treated within twelve hours, the swelling will deform them permanently. You studied medicine with your dad; you know I’m not lying…”

“I know you blame me — you think I pushed you out as a scapegoat in the Powell family. But you’re wrong. That evidence was flawed; it misled me. But I always believed in you. Even if you did do it, I knew someone must’ve forced your hand. I never stopped believing in you.”

Owen added earnestly, “That’s right. Anyone who saw the fingerprint on that document would’ve thought the same thing. You really can’t blame Mom for that.”

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