The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 627

Chapter 627 Memorial Games

Wyatt inspected the clay piece, and once satisfied, handed it over to the shop staff for firing.

By the time they stepped out of the pottery studio, the sky had turned completely dark.

Yunice stretched with a groan, her back aching. Wyatt bought her some snacks, feeding her bite–sized treats as they strolled slowly through the old university town. Once they were clear of the pedestrian zone, he went to retrieve the car.

Climbing into the passenger seat with a sticky rice cake in one hand, Yunice used the other to rub her neck. Suddenly, something occurred to her she looked over at Wyatt’s now–lowered shirt sleeves.

She pinched his cuff. “Where’s my badge?”

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Thinking he’d probably tucked it away while washing his hands, she even reached into his shirt pocket to check.

Wyatt sat up straight with a start. “I forgot to take it off. I must’ve dropped it back at the studio when I rolled my sleeves down! We have to go back!”

Yunice sighed and caught his arm. “Forget it. The studio was closing when we left… Luckily, I have a spare.”

She muttered to herself, completely unaware of the sly glint in Wyatt’s eyes.

They returned to the same hotel they’d stayed in the night before.

As soon as they stepped into the suite and swapped into slippers, Yunice wondered aloud, How is this any different from staying at Pavilion Hall? Then, glancing at Wyatt juggling their shopping bags while trying to make a phone call, she silently added, Wherever I go, he follows.

She’d basically moved her stuff out of the dorm for nothing.

“The Powell family?”

The words snapped her back. Yunice stopped mid–step, turning to look at Wyatt, who was still at the door.

His brows were furrowed, expression unreadable. “I’m heading back to Silverburgh tonight.”

Yunice’s heart sank.

Something had happened in the Powell family?

If it wasn’t serious, Wyatt wouldn’t be making an urgent trip back.

Had Paul’s blunder been discovered earlier than expected?

Wyatt caught her gaze and answered before she could voice her suspicions. “The old man’s in critical condition. They’ve convened the memorial hall.”

Yunice’s eyes flickered. When the Powell family called a memorial hall, it meant something major had gone down. All the influential elders in Powell Corporation would attend.

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Though Wyatt usually stayed clear of family drama, he couldn’t skip this.

He stepped inside, set down their bags, and began gathering his essentials. “Helicopter’ll be here in ten. Want me to take you back to school?”

He didn’t feel safe leaving her in a hotel alone

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the area around campus could be sketchy.

Yunice hesitated. She had other thoughts. “Campus gates are locked for the night… Why don’t I you instead?

As your wife, I’m allowed in the memorial hall, right?”

She mostly just wanted to see the family drama unfold firsthand.

Wife…

go

with

Wyatt’s smile crept up. “What’s so great about being the Powell daughter–in–law? If you want into the memorial hall, I’ll open one just for you.”

With their last–minute change of plans, they packed what they needed and made their way to the hotel’s rooftop.

The helicopter was already waiting.

The wind from the rotor blades whipped across the rooftop. It was too small for the chopper to land, so a rope ladder had been lowered.

Wyatt held the ladder steady for Yunice to climb first. He followed right after, keeping his body close behind hers, shielding her from the wind and height.

Once they were both on board, Jordan helped haul them up.

Inside the spacious cabin, the pilot was already prepping for takeoff.

Jordan gave them a quick briefing. “The old man had a late–night snack, then suddenly slipped into a

coma.

Jensen’s out of town, so Paul was the only one around to make decisions – and he waited two whole hours before calling for help.”

Yunice cut straight to the point. “Did he die?”

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