The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 527

Chapter 527 Pieces on the Board

Chapter 527 Pieces on the Board

After a round of chaotic shouting and struggling, one of the officers finally realized something was off and shoved Owen aside, barging into the examination room.

Yunice immediately dropped the fierceness and slipped in behind him like a fish darting through water.

Owen tried to grab her but missed. One by one, they all flooded into the room.

The officers‘ eyes first fell on the unconscious doctor and female officer sprawled on the floor.

Yunice’s gaze went straight to the bed.

The curtain had been drawn back. Elsie lay there, face pale as chalk, completely unconscious.

Owen rushed over and covered her with the blanket, shielding her from view.

Yunice didn’t spare him a glance–she was scanning every corner.

Wyatt was nowhere to be seen.

That alone was enough to ease her tension.

Then she turned–and locked eyes with the lead officer, who looked absolutely furious.

“Everyone, back to the station!” he barked.

Someone had managed to breach security and assault a protected witness on their watch. The consequences would be brutal.

Yunice and Jordan were perfect scapegoats.

As they were being led out, Jordan leaned close and whispered, “Don’t worry, Mrs. Cooper. They’ve got no evidence.”

Yunice, technically Elsie’s relative, might face a minor obstruction of justice charge. A couple of days in holding and a fine–at most.

As long as they hadn’t caught Wyatt, they were fine.

Yunice stayed quiet. She wasn’t nervous–she was deep in thought.

She’d only seen Elsie briefly, but her years of medical experience told her one thing: Elsie wasn’t faking.

Her face had the dullness of prolonged unconsciousness. Real. Not an act.

But why?

If this was all to frame Oscar, why go so far?

Why risk her own life when she hadn’t even managed to hurt Yunice?

What was really going on behind the scenes?

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Chapter 527 Pieces on the Board

As expected, after the usual round of questions at the station–and without any evidence–Wyatt appeared at the front doors and bailed them both out.

Back in the car, once the door closed, Yunice turned immediately. “What happened?”

Wyatt said, “She was already unconscious when I got there. I tried pressure on the philtrum–she didn’t wake up.”

Which meant they had no new leads.

Seeing Yunice’s brows furrow even tighter, Wyatt handed her his laptop.

A video.

Yunice pulled the computer onto her lap. The footage was shaky, clearly taken in a rush.

The camera zoomed in on the chaos at a hotel entrance.

People bustled around, the angle jittered–then it centered.

Elsie was sprawled inside a bathtub, her wrist slashed open, blood everywhere. Her body was limp. It wasn’t clear if she was alive or dead.

In the same frame, Oscar stood in shock–face pale, knife in hand, stunned and panicking, mouthing denials. He tried pulling out his phone, but someone bumped into him, and it flew out of his hand.

Before he could recover it, police burst in and arrested him.

Yunice stared, frozen.

She’d heard Oscar had been framed, but seeing it–watching it–was different.

The visceral dread hit her in waves.

“There’s something wrong with all of this,” she muttered, her voice rising. “None of this adds up. Nothing makes sense!”

Elsie wouldn’t go this far–not even she would bleed herself half to death to pull a stunt.

And Oscar? As impulsive as he was, he’d never use such violence.

So what the hell actually happened? Who’s behind this?

Yunice pressed a hand to her forehead, dizzy with questions.

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