Filed to story: The Daughter in the Shadows (Yunice) Book by Una Norris
She understood what he meant. Wyatt’s mother probably hadn’t received a proper burial. That’s why no matter how much pressure he applied, those people wouldn’t talk.
Because if they did, they knew Wyatt’s rage would make their fate even worse.
So they all clammed up or tossed out some random location.
After so many years, how could anyone even identify the remains?
And so, the end result was that Wyatt lost his mother forever-without even a place to mourn her.
And now Jackson had the nerve to put on a fake mourning ceremony? Of course, Wyatt would lose it.
In the car, Wyatt’s tone was cold as he barked at Jordan, “Keep squeezing Powell Corp’s market. Don’t spare a single one of those old men or Jensen’s lackeys. If I’m miserable, then no one gets to feel good.”
Jordan froze for a second, then gave Yunice a worried glance.
Wyatt must have been truly enraged-he didn’t even bother hiding this kind of talk from Yunice.
Yunice minimized her presence and didn’t say a word.
After Jordan dropped them off at Pavilion Hall, he immediately went to move against the Powell family.
Wyatt locked himself in his room.
She didn’t know Wyatt well enough. She had no idea how to calm him down in a situation like this.
She was afraid of stepping on a landmine and dragging herself into it.
But doing nothing felt disloyal.
In the end, she called Joe. She chatted for a bit, then asked if he knew anything about Wyatt’s taboos related to his mother.
Joe didn’t know much, but after all those years of working together, he did know a bit.
“You don’t have to worry about it. It’s like this every year.”
“When this month rolls around, no one dares get close to Wyatt. Everyone keeps their distance. Just do the same. Once he adjusts, it’ll pass.”
After saying that, he suddenly realized-Yunice was now living with Wyatt. Sure, she could avoid him during the day, but what about at night?
Joe said, “There’s one thing of Wyatt’s mom’s that you absolutely must not touch.”
Yunice asked, “What is it?”
“A pink cashmere scarf. There’s a koi fish stitched at the end. Very recognizable.”
Yunice’s head snapped up.
Joe noticed the silence on her end and knew something was off. Alarmed, he asked, “What’s wrong?”
She couldn’t have touched it already, could she?
Yunice was living in Pavilion Hall. It was normal for her to clean up the place. If she had seen the scarf was old and tossed it….
Then she was dead meat.
Joe’s voice rose in panic. Yunice’s pupils gradually stilled. She answered calmly, “Nothing. I just remembered. I’ve seen that scarf before.”
Joe let out a sigh of relief. “Whatever you do, don’t touch it. Don’t even try to wash it. Honestly, it’s best if you don’t mess with anything in Pavilion Hall. It’s way too easy to set him off.”
Then he realized his words might come off as offensive, so he quickly added, “Wyatt’s carrying a lot emotionally. It’s only natural that you…”
Yunice said, “I know.”
After exchanging a few words, she hung up the phone.
Then she fell into a long silence. Things she hadn’t understood before finally started to make sense.
Yunice still remembered the first time she saw that scarf.
At the time, she’d been sitting at the pavilion in front of Paul’s courtyard. A servant had brought her a scarf. She had asked who sent it, but the servant didn’t tell her.
Later, she wore that scarf, and the old man of the Powell family had taken a second look at her.
Not long after that, news of her engagement to Wyatt had come out.
Back then, she couldn’t figure out why Jackson had made that decision.
Now she understood-it was because of that scarf.
That scarf was something Wyatt treasured. No one else was even allowed to touch it. And at that moment, it had been draped over her shoulders…
What would Jackson think? Naturally, he’d assume that Wyatt cared deeply for Yunice-so much so that he’d let her wear something left behind by his mother.
On top of that, Jackson believed marrying her off to Wyatt would be a kind of humiliation to him. Wyatt wouldn’t refuse anyway, so the wedding was arranged.
But now, thinking back-who was playing whom?
Why had Wyatt given her that scarf? Why had he let the old man see it?
It was deliberate. From the very beginning, his goal had been to marry her.
Yunice sat outside for a long time. She knew she had done Wyatt a few favors, but was it really enough for him to go this far?
He could’ve treated her like Elianna-just given her a few benefits. Why go through the trouble of marrying her?
If he liked her, then why had he looked at her with such guarded, scrutinizing eyes the first time they met?
What exactly was he feeling?
“Ma’am, dinner is ready. Would you like me to go call sir out to eat?” a servant approached and asked quietly.
Even the servants knew-it was best to stay far away from Wyatt.
But while everyone else could hide, she was his wife in name. If even she avoided him, that would be too much.
Yunice got up and went to knock on the bedroom door.
She knocked three times. After waiting a full minute, there was no response.
Seeing this, Yunice didn’t knock again. She knew that when someone was in a bad mood, knocking would only make it worse.
She turned the doorknob quietly and gently cracked the door open, peeking inside.
Wyatt was sitting in a chair, arms resting on the table, doing nothing at all.
Almost as soon as Yunice peeked in, Wyatt’s eyes landed on her.
She didn’t ask if he wanted to eat-she gave him option one or two. Of course, he might still choose “none.”
But Wyatt didn’t pick either option. Instead, he raised his hand and cupped her face in his palm.
Yunice stayed perfectly still. She couldn’t read him.