The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 350

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Jordan happened to be on his way to Pavilion Hall when he got the call.

When he picked up and heard what the servant said, he thought something was wrong with his ears. “Who did you say is fighting?”

“Sir and Madam,” the servant repeated anxiously.

Jordan paused for a second. He thought about it–today wasn’t April Fools‘ Day.

“Wait… are you sure?” Just look at Yunice. She was going to fight Wyatt?

Wyatt could knock her over with one slap. She wouldn’t even have a chance to fight back, would she?

But nothing was ever impossible. Jordan picked up his pace and headed toward Wyatt’s bedroom.

He raised his hand, about to knock–when a sudden bang came from inside!

Jordan froze. The sound was dull, but powerful. It sounded just like…

He kicked open the door and rushed into the room!

The place was a mess, like it had just been torn apart.

Yunice was sitting on the floor. Beside her lay a dropped gun.

Wyatt stood two steps away from her, an expression of disbelief on his face. His body leaned slightly backward.

Wyatt had been shot!

Jordan could hardly believe it–Wyatt had gotten hurt by Yunice? Still, he rushed toward him, trying to check where he’d been hit.

But Wyatt brushed him off and immediately lunged forward, pressing his hand to Yunice’s abdomen.

Wyatt was drenched in cold sweat, his expression drawn tight as he looked up at her.

Yunice was breathing heavily. She didn’t say a word, didn’t scream in pain.

But her face was pale as a sheet–something was definitely wrong.

Jordan, finally catching up, looked down and saw the blood slowly seeping through Wyatt’s fingers, which were clamped against Yunice’s lower abdomen.

Wyatt’s entire body was shaking. It was like he’d just been struck by lightning.

Once Jordan recovered from the initial shock, he immediately called for emergency aid.

What the hell happened in here?

Who fired the gun?~

Did Wyatt lose control and hurt her during a fight?

Wyatt stood stiffly outside the operating room, face cold but eyes filled with suppressed fear. “No damage to the kidneys, no damage to the spleen. She’s not going to die.”

He said it like a statement, but the way he stared at Jordan–he was clearly waiting for confirmation.

Jordan didn’t answer. He countered with a question. “Wyatt, what are you really thinking?”

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