The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118 Invitation Without a Name

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To her surprise, Gerardo’s stiffness lasted only a second. He relaxed and even laughed out loud, showing off. “Just a tiny needle. What’s there to be afraid of huh!”

Yunice inserted four needles in quick succession. After removing them, she pressed on the joints to draw out a bit of blood. Through the whole process, Gerardo chatted idly with Wyatt, completely ignoring what Yunice was doing

He got so caught up in the conversation that by the time Yunice had finished the treatment, he didn’t even realize it was over. Not long after, he smacked his lips and reached for an orange from the fruit plate.

He peeled it absentmindedly and ate it; then, without a second thought, grabbed a banana.

Yunice stepped aside and nudged Taylor with her elbow, signaling her to pay attention.

Taylor’s eyes lit up. “Dad, looks like you’re hungry!”

Gerardo waved her off. “Hungry? I’ve got no appetite.

Then look down at all those fruit peels in front of you,” Taylor said.

Gerardo glanced down–and fell silent.

“See? Didn’t I tell you? Just let the doctor stick a few needles in you and bam–appetite restored!” She eagerly grabbed his arm. “No more chatting; let’s go eat while you’ve got it!”

“Hey…” Gerardo hesitated, looking back. “But Wyatt-

They walked off together, leaving Yunice and Wyatt alone in the sky garden.

Wyatt sipped his tea with calm indifference. Yunice, meanwhile, snuck glances at him.

She couldn’t tell if he’d recognized her from the beginning. Otherwise, why would he have helped me out earlier?

Just as she was debating whether to come clean, Wyatt turned slightly and said. “Mind taking a look at me?”

Yunice hesitated, then stepped forward and rested a small wrist pillow on the table.

She sat down and gently placed her gloved fingers on Wyatt’s wrist to take his pulse. The lace gloves were thin and elegant, her touch delicate and graceful.

“Your fingers would look perfect with a wedding ring.” Wyatt said.

Yunice’s wary gaze stayed hidden beneath the brim of her cap. She was now certain that Wyatt recognized her.

“Don’t talk. It affects the treatment, she warned.

Wyatt ignored her. “I’ve got a wife too. She’s a great doctor.”

Yunice stayed silent, pretending not to understand.

I’m getting married soon,” he continued. “Planning to give her a little pre–wedding gift. As a fellow woman, got any suggestions?”

Yunice took a deep breath. He talks too damn much.

In a quiet, muffled voice, she answered, “Loyalty”

“Oh!” He raised an eyebrow. “That’s a new one.

“I once treated a patient who cheated after marriage,” Yunice said. “His wife chopped him up. Couldn’t save him.”

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Chapter 118 Invitation Without a Name

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“Heh.”

ee the amused look in Wyatt’s eyes growing more and more intrigued.

She didn’t see the

“Alright,” Yunice said, cutting him off before he could ramble further. She packed up her things and stood.

“Your health’s generally fine, but there’s a toxin that’s been slowly building in your nervous system. That’s what’s causing your leg condition. I’ll prepare a few prescriptions to help detox it.”

Wyatt asked. “What kind of toxin?”

“Henbane, Yunice replied.

Wyatt rolled down his sleeve. “My wife said the same thing.”

“Then your wife really does know her stuff, Yunice said flatly.

She was now sure–Wyatt had recognized her, and he was toying with her. But since he hadn’t said it out loud, she’d just keep pretending too.

What puzzled her more was why Wyatt, knowing exactly what was wrong with him, didn’t seem all that eager to be cured.

Wouldn’t walking like a normal person be better? But that wasn’t her concern

Just as she was about to step back, Wyatt handed her an invitation. Tm getting married on March twenty–sixth. Hope you’ll

Yunice froze, almost looking up to meet his eyes.

She quickly took the invitation, opened it, and saw the names–Wyatt and the Saunders family.

That was it. Just the Saunders family, no personal name.

Her name had already been stripped away by Elsie. She no longer had a name–just the cold, impersonal title of the family.

Staring at the invitation, Yunice felt like a leaf on the wind. A heavy sense of helplessness spread through every inch of her body.

Her own wedding, and she wasn’t even named. And she had to find out the date through a wedding invitation–her own.

This wedding–she was more like a tool than a bride. She’d accepted that long ago, but still.. if her father could see this from the afterlife, he’d be heartbroken.

He had dreamed of her finding true happiness, of walking her down the aisle to a man worthy of trust.

But now that he was gone, her safe haven had vanished too. There would be no one to plan this wedding for her.

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