The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227 I Went for You

“Mom must’ve been heartbroken. Take her back to the hospital room, quick!”

A flustered crowd rushed out of the morgue, everyone quietly letting out a breath of relief.

It felt like only by escaping that place could they breathe on their own again.

Yunice had been asleep in the VIP ward for three days. She still hadn’t woken up.

Wyatt stood by her bed, talking to someone.

In Jordan’s hand was an evidence bag, inside it a flattened cigarette butt.

“We pulled DNA off the cigarette,” he said. “No match in the database.”

Which meant that person didn’t officially exist.

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Either their records had been erased, or they had a special identity that was being protected.

Wyatt let out a dry laugh. “Of course the b*stard was hard to kill. Always getting tangled up with people.”

If Jackson dared to use this person, then he must’ve been sure Wyatt wouldn’t be able to trace it.

With the trail cut off, Wyatt tapped a cigarette from the pack. As he brought it to his lips, something made him pause. He looked again at the evidence bag.

The cigarette butt was the same brand as the one in his hand.

But his smokes were custom–made, nearly impossible to come across by accident.

Jordan said, “We’re checking with the tobacco supplier. Nothing yet.”

Then he shifted his gaze to a spot behind Wyatt. “Wyatt.”

He gave a small nod, signaling Wyatt to look behind him.

By the time Wyatt turned, Jordan had already walked off.

Yunice felt heavy all over–swollen from fluid buildup.

As the anesthesia wore off, pain surged in along with her returning awareness.

She slowly opened her eyes, expecting it to be like all the other times.

Fainting alone. Waiting out the night alone. Waking up alone.

So when she saw the white ceiling, her heart stayed still–until a face slid into view. His sharp

10:04 PM

Chapter 227 | Went for You!

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Wyatt leaned over, eyes locked on hers. “I was thinking, if you didn’t wake up soon, I was going to kiss you.”

Yunice sank deeper into the pillow, both hands clutching a bit of the blanket over her chest.

His eyes were bright, the corners curved with amusement, like stars were trapped inside them.

Yunice asked. “Am I really that kissable?”

Wyatt froze.

The fact she doesn’t die is already pure luck. Does she think she’ll walk away without a scratch?

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