Filed to story: The Daughter in the Shadows (Yunice) Book by Una Norris
“Wyatt!” Jordan shouted in surprise, but before he could finish, the car roared past him, narrowly missing his clothes.
After a moment of silence, Morgan still didn’t hear any response from Yunice. He was so focused on the winding road that he didn’t dare look away, so he hadn’t noticed Yunice’s expression. Finally, curiosity got the better of him. He looked over at her in the passenger seat…
Yunice smiled and turned her head, meeting his gaze. “Is this all you can do?”
That moment hit Morgan harder than any terrifying scene in a horror film. Yunice raised an eyebrow and added, “You crossed the line, trash.”
Morgan’s face twisted in fear as he quickly slammed the steering wheel to correct the car’s path. He swerved dangerously along the narrow road, managing to barely regain control of the vehicle. At the same time, rocks from the cliff edge tumbled down the mountain behind them.
Sweat poured from Morgan’s palms, his hands trembling with fear. His widened eyes couldn’t understand why Yunice wasn’t afraid. Does a crazy person have no sense of fear? He found it all so boring. Since Yunice didn’t react as he expected, he started losing interest.
Just then, Wyatt called Yunice again. Yunice glanced at Morgan, then calmly answered the call. She held the phone up and shouted, “Mr. Morgan, slow down! You’re going to crash! Help!”
Morgan’s eyes widened in panic as he glanced at Yunice. What is she doing? I have been slowing down!
“Morgan, I really can’t agree to your request. Please don’t joke with your life. Wyatt will really be mad!”
“You bastard!” Morgan was about to curse when Yunice tossed her phone out of the window, shouting, “No!”
Morgan froze in shock, staring at Yunice’s staged performance. She pretended to be forced by him and, at the crucial moment, threw her phone out to make Wyatt think she was in danger.
Morgan stammered, “You… are really crazy…”
Yunice gave him a sly smile and leaned closer to grab the steering wheel. Morgan was terrified. For someone who loved racing, the steering wheel was his life. He instinctively fought Yunice for control of the wheel, forgetting to ease off the accelerator.
Yunice, despite her frail-looking frame, managed to pull hard on the wheel, fighting him for control.
Jordan chased after Wyatt’s car but couldn’t catch up. After running a few steps, his mind cleared, and he realized they had all acted impulsively. He couldn’t afford to be reckless now.
Taking a deep breath, Jordan immediately called the hospital, instructing them to prepare emergency measures. Once the call ended, he turned to the group of young men in the car behind him. “How much fuel does Morgan’s car have left?”
He hoped they would run out of fuel soon, causing the car to stop by itself. Otherwise, with Morgan’s hot-headed nature, if he saw Wyatt chasing him, he would only speed up. The winding mountain road had a cliff on one side, and one wrong move could send the car tumbling down.
Mary was afraid of Morgan getting hurt, which was why she had asked Wyatt to stop him. But now Yunice was at the racetrack, making things even more complicated.
The young men stammered, “Morgan’s car just got a full tank, but… but, Mr. Cooper…”
Jordan’s heart skipped a beat. “Tell me quickly!”
“Mr. Cooper’s car… the brakes… they were just checked, and there’s a problem with them. They haven’t been fixed yet…”
Jordan froze before letting out a furious shout. “What the hell were you doing?!”
The group of young men cowered in fear, sitting on the ground and covering their heads. “We… we just remembered. Mr. Jordan, think of something.”
“I can’t think of anything! What do you expect me to do, drop from the sky and stop the car?” Jordan yelled. He felt like his head was about to explode.
No one dared to speak. They all understood the danger-racing at that speed without working brakes was a recipe for disaster.
On the mountain road, Morgan’s car was going full throttle, the speedometer reaching its limit. He was laughing maniacally while steering the car, drifting wildly through the curves. But Yunice remained silent in the passenger seat.
Morgan, feeling the lack of excitement, couldn’t help but wonder. He had been hoping to hear Yunice scream in fear, but she didn’t make a sound. The car was already struggling to gain more speed.
At that moment, Yunice’s phone rang. She glanced at the screen and saw Wyatt’s call. She thought for a moment, then decided not to answer. She didn’t know that Wyatt’s car was just on the other side of the mountain, only half a lap behind them.
The wind was making it hard for Morgan to breathe. He shouted, “Hahaha, crazy girl, you’ve been quiet for so long, are you finally scared? If you’re scared, just scream and move aside, and I’ll let you go!”
Morgan watched in horror as his car swerved, its headlights flashing against the mountain cliff. The rear tires pressed against the edge, struggling to climb back up. In those desperate moments, Morgan felt like his life was flashing before his eyes, as though he were teetering on the brink of death.
“Let go! I told you, let go! If you don’t, I’ll bite you!” Morgan screamed, his eyes wide, his voice trembling.
Yunice seemed completely oblivious, her focus solely on gripping the steering wheel. The crashes grew more intense. Morgan’s side of the car, closer to the mountain, kept being hit by falling rocks.
Slowly, Morgan’s strength began to fade-unsure whether from fear or the shouting-and Yunice took full control of the wheel. He stared at Yunice’s chin in shock, finally understanding what it was like to face a lunatic.
With Yunice in control, Morgan didn’t release the accelerator. She didn’t stop him either, just relentlessly steering the car toward the mountain wall. The door on Morgan’s side scraped against the rocks, and if he hadn’t been wearing his seatbelt, he likely would have been thrown out by now.
The repeated shocks left Morgan clutching his chest, gasping for air, barely able to breathe from the shock. Seeing this, Yunice slammed the car into the mountain wall again. This time, the impact was so strong that the car bounced backward, the rear tires pressing dangerously close to the cliff’s edge. But Yunice turned the wheel sharply, and the car stopped right against the mountain wall.
The steering column snapped, rendering the car completely immobile. Morgan groaned. His body was soaked in blood, and he passed out. As soon as he fainted, his foot slipped off the gas pedal, and the car came to a sudden stop.
Yunice was thrown forward by the abrupt halt, slamming into the dashboard. Her vision blurred and turned red. She wiped the blood from her eyes with her coat sleeve and then heard an engine approaching from behind.
Is someone following us? So fast? Yunice thought even Wyatt couldn’t have caught up this fast. Who could it be?
She looked back and saw an orange sports car speeding toward them. Behind the windshield was Wyatt. Yunice froze, realizing the car was very close now, with Wyatt showing no sign of slowing down. The car was about to push theirs off the cliff! Her heart skipped a beat. She came here to deal with Morgan, not to die!
Instinctively, she tried to restart Morgan’s car, but after everything that had happened, it was too damaged to start. In a panic, she glanced back. Wyatt’s car was right in front of her now, and she instinctively stepped back, hoping a small distance might save her.
It was pointless. As the cars neared, Wyatt glanced over, and their eyes met for a brief second. Then, a gust of wind swept through, and Yunice helplessly watched as Wyatt’s car zipped past Morgan’s, squeezing through the narrow gap near the cliff.
The mountain road was already tight, and Morgan’s car took up almost two-thirds of it. Wyatt’s car was nearly half in mid-air. Yunice leaned forward, reaching out, hoping to grab Wyatt before he fell off the cliff!
She probably overestimated her strength and ignored basic physics. She hadn’t even thought about how pulling Wyatt up was far less likely than being pulled down with him. But she reached anyway. Her hand was too slow. She grabbed nothing, and Wyatt’s orange sports car sped past her in a flash.
The next moment, the car’s wheels hit the ground, and using inertia, it swung back onto the road. Then, the orange sports car slammed into the mountain wall, trying to make an emergency stop.
Yunice quickly climbed out of Morgan’s car and ran after Wyatt’s. The road was littered with falling rocks from earlier crashes, but Yunice kept running. She ran nearly 600 feet before she saw Wyatt’s car bounce and finally stop. She reached it quickly and tried to open the passenger door.
Thankfully, the door wasn’t too damaged, and she managed to open it. Climbing inside, she immediately checked Wyatt’s condition. He was wearing a black shirt, and at first, it wasn’t obvious that he was bleeding. Yunice felt his body carefully, and when she didn’t feel any blood, she moved her hands lower to his legs.
No fractures. She continued checking for bruises or bleeding until she reached a soft, swollen spot. She paused for a moment, then quickly moved her hand away as if nothing had happened. Yunice also noticed a spot near the driver’s side door, caused by the heat from friction.
If Wyatt had been sitting in that position for too long, he would have definitely been burned by the heat generated from the crash. Yunice climbed over to the driver’s side and leaned over to unbuckle his seatbelt. Wyatt was fine; the shock from the crash had made him dizzy for a while.
At that moment, he opened his eyes and felt someone pressing on him. A soft chest brushed against his abdomen. Yunice had unbuckled his seatbelt and was about to lift him when their eyes met. Wyatt looked at the blood on her forehead, and anger flashed in his eyes. Yunice quickly looked away, feeling guilty.
She thought Wyatt was okay, so she moved off him. A short while later, Wyatt got out of the car with a cold face. The sun was beginning to rise, and Yunice stood at the cliff’s edge, looking at him in a way that seemed like she was being punished.
Wyatt wasn’t completely unscathed. There were bloodstains near his temple, possibly from broken glass or other debris. Yunice observed the speed and color of the blood flow, judging the severity of his injury. Wyatt immediately dialed Jordan’s number and told him to arrange for medical personnel to come up the mountain.
Seeing the cold look in his eyes, Yunice realized that Wyatt had been extremely worried about Morgan and had been afraid something had happened to him. Although she didn’t know why Wyatt cared so much about Morgan, she immediately reminded him, “Go check on Mr. Morgan. He’s in very bad shape!”
However, Wyatt didn’t look at Morgan. Instead, he headed straight for Yunice. Yunice’s heart skipped a beat. “It really has nothing to do with me. I didn’t know he…” Before she could finish, Wyatt grabbed her arm. Yunice snapped back to reality and realized that the ground where she stood had been loosened by the car tires, and rocks were now tumbling down the cliff. Her legs weakened, and she quickly ran to Wyatt’s side.
Wyatt still held her arm, and there was fury in his voice as he spoke, “What is your goal? Can’t you stay at Pavilion Hall quietly? If you need a job, I’ll give it to you. If you want to practice medicine, I’ll let you. You’re not lacking anything in life. Why are you at the racetrack?”
Wyatt pulled her arm, forcing her to look at the cliff below. Rocks tumbled down and broke apart. If a person fell, it would be disastrous. “If you’re tired of living, you can jump now and save me the trouble!” he snapped.
Wyatt looked at the blood on her forehead, remembering that she had just survived a life-threatening moment. His tone softened, but he was still angry. “Talk!” Yunice didn’t dare meet his gaze. “I… I’m sorry.”
Wyatt furrowed his brows as he clearly expected something else. But then, he looked at her trembling hand hidden behind her back and remembered the moment when she had instinctively tried to grab him… Wyatt swallowed his anger and said, “It’s Morgan’s fault, not yours.”
Yunice looked at Wyatt in surprise. She quickly replied, “Now isn’t the time to place blame. Let’s go check on him. He’s seriously hurt!” Yunice didn’t care what Wyatt thought. She pretended to be concerned about Morgan, limping as she turned to run back. Wyatt stood behind her, his gaze heavy as he watched her.
Yunice knew that showing up at the racetrack would make Wyatt suspect her, but she was confident he had no proof. In this car crash, it could only be said that she was lucky not to get hurt. Who would believe that she orchestrated it all? After all, it had been a life-and-death situation.
When Wyatt caught up, Yunice was struggling to bandage Morgan’s arm. He had multiple bleeding points, a fractured left arm, leg injuries, a broken rib, and suspected internal bleeding. Yunice was trying to stop the bleeding. Soon, Wyatt noticed that the cloth strips Yunice was using came from her own coat. He gave Morgan a cold look, momentarily wishing he had just died. Keeping someone like him alive was a disaster.
Just then, the car Jordan had arranged arrived. Wyatt stepped forward and buttoned Yunice’s coat. Jordan got out of the car and saw two heavily damaged cars about 600 feet apart. He sighed in relief when he saw Wyatt and Yunice standing unharmed. What a stroke of luck. Especially Yunice. Jordan’s suspicious gaze swept over Yunice. She seemed unscathed. Two car accidents, and she is still fine?
Having worked with Wyatt for so long, Jordan’s first instinct was always to think of conspiracy theories. But after thinking for a long time, he couldn’t figure out how Yunice had avoided injuries in the crash.