The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 539

Chapter 539 That Night, in the Snow

After being rejected by yet another hotel, Yunice kept walking, hoping to stumble upon a 24–hour place where she could rest for the night.

She wouldn’t go to Paul–he’d try something

She couldn’t turn to Margaret either–Margaret had just divorced Jensen and was overseas at the time.

She racked her brain but couldn’t think of a single person who could help her.

Then, behind her, a pair of headlights lit up the snowy street–illuminating her entire back.

She turned and squinted, the brightness forcing her eyes nearly shut.

When she made out the license plate–perfectly sequential numbers–her heart jumped.

In Silverburgh, only socialites drove cars with plates like that.

And after what had happened on the ship with those socialites, Yunice instinctively turned and ran, terrified she’d fall into their hands again.

But the snow made the roads slippery. She lost her footing and tumbled into a deep roadside ditch. Snow poured into her collar and pant legs, instantly sending chills through her body.

Scrambling to her feet, she looked up at the road above. The car had stopped. Its headlights illuminated a long stretch of icy pavement.

The car door opened. A man leaned over, holding an umbrella, and called down, “Miss, are you okay?”

His voice was filled with concern. An older man.

He rummaged through the car and turned on flashlight, shining it down toward her. Yunice shielded her eyes with her arm.

The man glanced at the steepness of the ditch. “That’s a deep one–and with all this snow, you’re not gonna climb out on your own

Then he pulled a climbing rope from his trunk and tossed it down. “Grab the rope, young lady: I’ll pull

you up.

Yunice didn’t move. She didn’t trust him. Those socialites were good at playing tricks. How could she be sure this man didn’t have others in the car waiting to trap her?

“If you don’t come up, you’re going to freeze down there,” he said gently. “Tell you what..”

He tossed his cellphone down to her. “Use it to call the police. At least that way you’ll know I anything shady, right?”

trying

Yunice immediately picked up the phone and dialed Owen’s number.

It rang. And rang. And rang–until it disconnected. No one answered.

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Chapter 539 That Night, in the Snow

The last sliver of hope in her eyes disappeared. She accepted reality and called the police.

After that, she finally grabbed the rope and let the man pull her up.

As soon as she reached the top, he draped a suit jacket over her shoulders. It was still warm. Ice–cold and wary. Yunice shrank away from him, eyes filled with suspicion.

The man patiently told her to stay on the call with the emergency line. That way, she could ask for help at any time if she felt unsafe.

That night, forgotten by her own family, Yunice didn’t freeze to death. A stranger saved her.

Even now, thinking back on it, she still felt deeply moved. She looked up slightly and said, “Yeah. A man helped me that night. He even gave me his jacket. I never got the chance to return it…”

Wyatt looked at her with a tenderness that reached deep into his chest “What kind of man?”

She thought for a moment. “His hair was a bit gray, combed into a neat side part. He stood tall, straight- backed. And his smile–it was so kind. When he spoke, he reminded me of my dad. Calm, steady, like nothing could shake him. Always optimistic.”

She continued, “After dropping me off at a hotel, he gave me his phone. Said when I got scared, I could go online to distract myself. I asked if I could return it, and he gave me a number. But when I called the next day, it was disconnected.”

She turned her head to look at Wyatt. A faint smile tugged at her lips. “I’ve always been grateful to him.”

When the world abandoned me, he didn’t

She set down her fork and left the dining room for her room.

Wyatt remained in his chair, staring at the spot where she had just been. He didn’t move for a long time.

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