The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 267

Chapter 267 Too Much, Too Fast

When Yunice refused to say a single kind word, Wyatt pressed again, “What about you? Why are you mad at me?”

Yunice’s face flushed instantly, her gaze darting away.

Why was she mad? Now that she thought about it, Wyatt had not really done anything wrong

He helped her out. “Was it because I said something harsh? Or because I didn’t catch you when you were looking for the wedding ring?”

Honestly, when she said she was angry, it was just to make herself look like she had the moral high ground. There was no specific reason.

Wyatt said, “Everyone says hurtful things when they’re pissed off. You don’t know how to curse back?”

She clutched her backpack straps in silence.

Irritated, Wyatt grabbed her by the shoulder, opened the car door with his other hand, and shoved her inside.

He got behind the wheel. Yunice sat directly behind him.

Neither of them spoke during the entire drive. And he never noticed her tear–filled eyes reflected in the window.

She had been careful, too careful, hiding her emotions.

Over the years, she had been judged by people like Owen, disappointed by people like Carl, and gossiped about by people like Bale and Amyra.

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But Wyatt… he did not quite fit any of those molds.

Sure, he yelled at her too, but somehow, he always cut through the noise, like he could see things from her side.

For someone who had been ignored for so long, even a little concern felt like a sudden downpour, too much, too fast. It did not bring comfort. It brought grievance.

By the time they arrived at the Pavilion Hall, Yunice had already wiped her tears clean.

“Mrs. Cooper.”

She turned and found several house staff bowing in unison to her.

The Pavilion Hall did not usually have a maid. They only hired cleaners on a set schedule. Now,

Chapter 267 Too Much, Too Fast

Inside, she froze for a second. Everything was the same, yet not.

Finished

The Pavilion Hall still looked like it used to, but there were new additions. Small touches of warmth scattered throughout. Fresh flower arrangements in vases. A full dressing room for

women.

At the entrance, there was even a pair of fluffy pink slippers on the shoe rack.

In the kitchen, Wyatt opened the fridge. “What do you want to eat?”

“I’m not hungry,” Yunice said.

“I haven’t eaten,” he muttered, shooting her an annoyed glance.

“Ravioli then,” she said eventually.

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