The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 572

Chapter 572 No Peace Tonight

Watching the light fade from Nora’s eyes, Amyra finally whispered, “Nora… Wyatt got married a year ago.

Bale frowned and glanced at Amyra, but ultimately stayed silent.

No one else spoke up either.

That was the reality. They’d done what they could to help–to push Wyatt for an answer. And Wyatt had made it clear, he was leaving the past behind.

Truth be told, none of them really cared who Wyatt ended up marrying. His choice was their stance, too. The only reason they even showed up today was to case their own conscience.

Before long, someone changed the subject and tried to lift the mood. “Nora, what did the doctor say? How long until you’re fully recovered?”

“Yeah, get better soon. You’ve got a second chance now. Maybe you’ll even go back to work…”

But they stopped mid–sentence, faces stiffening. Nora used to work at Huaxin. After her accident, the department had been dissolved.

The more they talked, the more awkward things became. The atmosphere turned so uncomfortable that each of them began making excuses to leave, mumbling about letting her rest as they quietly filed out.

In the end, only Maine remained.

Her eyes were red and swollen like walnuts. “They never meant to help you! What kind of friends are those?!”

Nora lay motionless in bed, her pale face so eerily similar to Yunice’s, dim and expressionless. “Don’t blame them. They can’t change how Wyatt feels. After three years, they still came to see me–that’s already more than I could ask for.”

But Maine wasn’t angry about that. Her voice cracked with helpless fury. “You’re really okay with letting Yunice steal Wyatt from you?”

Nora spoke quietly. “Even if I’m not okay with it… what can I do? Beg Wyatt to look at me again?”

Maine looked down at the group chat, eyes burning. Yunice’s name in that list was a stab to the heart. “Who does she think she is?”

Then, more bitterly, she muttered, “I don’t even think it’s Wyatt who wants to keep his distance. I bet it’s Yunice clinging to him, making him do it!”

“They’ve been married a year. Why didn’t she show up in the group before? Why now, rig when you wake up, just to rub it in your face?”

“Maine, she’s Wyatt’s wife. She’s done nothing wrong. Don’t speak about her like that, Nora said firmly.

“You…” Maine collapsed into a chair. “Everyone else fights tooth and nail, and you just give everything lip

You’re too damn kind. That’s why you lost Wyatt in the first place!”

Seeing Nora still so passive, Maine couldn’t take it anymore. “Do you even know? To please Yunice, Wyatt threw Morgan in jail to take the fall for her brother!”

Nora’s brow furrowed, shocked. “What are you talking about?”

Maine’s frustration poured out. “You have no idea how far Wyatt spoils Yunice. She’s been milking her resemblance to you, asking him for everything!”

“He helped her cheat on her SATs, bribed universities, fabricated awards in her hospital ward–anything to make her look like an accomplished academic, just to scrub off that mental hospital label and make her shine!”

“But you, Nora… You spent more than ten years overseas, studying until your family hardly recognized you. Everything you earned–Yunice got in a single year.”

Nora’s fingers twitched, barely noticeable. She frowned. “Maine, I’m concerned about Morgan. Please don’t bring up anything unrelated.”

Maine fell silent, then pulled up an article on her phone. “This was a week ago–a huge rape and murder case in Beijing. The suspect who got taken away in front of everyone was Yunice’s biological brother, Oscar.”

“But yesterday, Morgan was suddenly found high at a club. While barely coherent, someone led him into confessing that he killed Elsie. Now he’s behind bars. They say he’s facing the death penalty…”

“Madam Mary and Mr. Morgan were frantic. They went to Pavilion Hall to beg Wyatt for help, but he wasn’t home. And those two elders had to endure Yunice’s cold face–Madam Mary almost fainted from the stress.”

Nora’s eyes turned red, veins pulsing at her temples.

She tried to sit up, tried to get out of bed. But after three years of lying still, even simple movements drained her–there was no way she could stand.

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