The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 186

Owen was clearly displeased with her. “It was the Powell family who found out about this. If Paul hadn’t come to me personally, I’d have never known you were capable of something so insane!”

Yunice frowned, saying nothing. But deep down, she felt a wave of relief; so it was the Powell family investigating her.

As long as no one had betrayed her, she could live with that. Over the years, she'd found it harder and harder to trust anyone.

When Owen called her to his study, Yunice had assumed he’d finally grown a brain—realizing some things were better said in private than in front of others. But the moment she stepped into the room, she saw everyone was already there.

Lily, whose knee was injured, was seated. Elsie, her fingers wrapped in bandages, stood behind her.

The moment Yunice walked in, the two of them looked at her with a complicated mix of sympathy and discomfort—like they pitied her, but also didn’t know how to talk about it.

That one look told Yunice everything, the secret she’d buried deepest was no longer a secret.

Paul came in behind her with Owen, who turned around and locked the door.

“There’s no outsiders here,” Owen said. “You don’t have to worry about this getting out.”

Yunice felt a sharp stab in her chest. These people were the outsiders.

She sneered. “So, you all know now?”

Elsie’s voice was filled with sympathy. “Yunice, if Owen hadn’t told us himself, we never would've known something so horrible happened to you. We really feel for you.”

Owen added, “Elsie cried so hard when she heard, her eyes are all swollen. And her hand’s still hurt; if she keeps crying like that, it’ll slow down the healing.”

He meant it as a way to show Yunice that the family cared about her; that they were worried for her.

But Yunice remained cold and numb. “If you knew it would upset her, why did you tell her in the first place?”

“Yunice, don’t be mad at Owen. I kept asking him. I’m part of this family too… I just wanted to help…” Elsie looked at her with red, tear-filled eyes, like she was scared Yunice might lash out.

Of course, Owen jumped in to defend her. “Elsie’s just worried about you. Don’t be so ungrateful!”

Then he turned to soothe Elsie, “Don’t cry anymore. You love looking pretty; if it affects how your hand heals, that’s not worth it.”

Paul stepped up, dabbing at Elsie’s tears with a tissue. “Her heart’s made of stone. You cry for her and she won’t appreciate a damn thing.”

See? They said she’d been called in so they could help her, but the moment Elsie shed a couple of tears, the whole room revolved around her again.

Elsie and Lily? Their mouths were poisoned. They’d love nothing more than to pin her to the pillar of shame.

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