hapter 394 Borrowed Name, Stolen Life
Yunice knew that look on Owen’s face all too well.
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He always wore that same fake, sorrowful expression whenever he’d made up his mind to sacrifice her–like he was being forced into a painful, noble decision.
Her eyes shifted to Elsie behind him. The sudden chill that crept up her spine sharpened her voice with warning. “Owen, don’t tell me you’re trying to steal my protective gear. They asked for me. You think you can pull a fast one?”
Owen replied, “Yunice, I didn’t want it to come to this. But you went over my head and reported the outbreak. If you hadn’t done that, we all could’ve gotten out of here. You forced my hand-”
And there it was. Once again, he was trying to paint her as the one at fault.
Yunice sneered. “Owen, after all these years, you really think I don’t know who you are? If you’re going to stab me, just do it. Why waste time justifying it? Or do you think spinning excuses makes it easier for you to go through with it?”
Owen’s voice softened. “Yunice… Elsie took a knife for me. She just had surgery–she’s in no shape to handle this.”
“And what, I’m supposed to be the sacrificial lamb?” she shot back. “I just got out of the hospital too.”
Owen went silent. Then finally said in a low voice, “I’m sorry.”
There it was again.
That same, useless phrase.
What was his “sorry” worth? A magic cure? A life–saving drug?
Did “sorry” buy her a second chance at life?
Yunice turned toward the door, ready to yell for the doctors outside and expose Owen’s scheme.
But before she could get a word out, Owen shoved a drug–soaked towel over her mouth and nose.
Her limbs buckled almost immediately.
Eyes blazing with fury, she glared at him and rasped, “Even if you get her out… Wyatt will know. Elsie won’t get far.”
Owen’s face darkened. “I’m sorry. I don’t have the luxury to care.”
Dead is dead—at least if Elsie got out, she had a shot.
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Seeing Elsie still standing there, frozen, Owen lifted Yunice into his arms and hissed, “Hurry up! Put on her gear! The suit’s completely sealed–they won’t see your face. Just keep quiet, and no one will know the difference.”
Yunice shot Elsie a furious glare as the girl pulled the protective suit off her limp body and slipped into it. Layer upon layer- goggles, mask, full hood. It was impossible to see who was underneath.
Owen wasn’t wrong. Without a name written on the back, there was no way to tell.
Once dressed, Elsie looked back at Owen. Her voice was low and heavy. “Owen… I’m leaving now…”
His eyes reddened. After a few seconds, he managed a hoarse “Mm.” Elsie’s throat tightened.
She hadn’t expected him to care this much–to give her his one hope of survival.
Tears rolled down Elsie’s cheeks as she ran out of the office.
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