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Chapter 10: Wynter Embarrasses the Yates Family
Leaning casually against her bike, Wynter exuded a quiet but undeniable presence that commanded attention. She wasn’t bothered by the spectacle unfolding around her; if anything, she seemed amused by it.
Ewan shot her a brief glance, holding back his growing irritation. With an almost dismissive gesture, he shoved the bank card into her hand. “Wynter, take the money and go.”
Today was Yvette’s big day, marking her apprenticeship in medicine, and Ewan had no patience for any disruptions.
Wynter, still lounging in a relaxed manner, couldn’t suppress a smirk at his words. Fifty thousand? As if that would solve everything. The Yates family seemed bent on painting her as a needy “poor relative,” eager to push her into a role she had no interest in playing.
The crowd waited, breathless, thinking she would simply take the card and leave. But to everyone’s shock, Wynter tossed the bank card back at him with a swift, precise motion. It landed squarely in Ewan’s hand, but the message was loud and clear.
Silence hung in the air.
Wanda, unable to keep her composure, snapped, “What are you doing?! We’re trying to help you. Don’t take advantage!”
Wynter cocked her head slightly, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Help me?” she mused. Her voice was calm, almost teasing. “Ms. Scott, I’m not interested in participating in your little drama.”
Her gaze flickered to Ewan, her words laced with venomous irony. “Mr. Yates, you should keep this money for Ms. Scott. After all, she seems to have high demands as a mistress.”
“You—!” Wanda’s chest heaved with fury, her face flushed red with indignation. She barely held back from saying something she would regret.
Ewan’s fists clenched, and his jaw tightened. His anger was palpable, yet he kept it in check, aware of the watchful eyes around them. If it weren’t for the presence of others, he might have acted out on impulse.
Wanda was far from being Ewan’s first wife. Their relationship had begun with passion when he came to the city for business, his eyes caught by Wanda’s allure. Seeing the influence of the Scott family in Southdale, Ewan had abandoned his first wife back in the countryside to marry Wanda. But none of this was spoken about openly, and the public was none the wiser.
Wynter’s words shattered the perfect image they’d tried to project. How had they underestimated her resilience and strength?
The air grew heavy with tension. The expressions of everyone in the group turned cold, their discomfort apparent. Even Hilda, usually unflappable, furrowed her brows in confusion.
Yvette, the newest member of the Yates family, knew the real story behind the tension. She was no fool, and she understood that it wasn’t the right time for Wynter to continue speaking.
With a practiced gentleness, she spoke up. “Dad, Mom, it’s dinner time. Let’s go inside.”
Her words snapped Ewan and Wanda out of their stupor. Ewan, ever the master of public image, turned to Wynter, his expression hardening. “Considering your background, you lack sophistication,” he said coldly. “We won’t engage with you at that level.”
Turning to Wanda, he added, “Be more cautious in the future when trying to help others, lest your kindness be misinterpreted.”
Wanda’s hostility was barely contained as she continued to glare at Wynter, but she said nothing.
Wynter locked eyes with Wanda, her gaze steady and unwavering, her expression unreadable. Her beauty was striking, but there was an intensity behind her eyes that made it impossible for anyone to feel entirely at ease.
Wanda felt her composure slipping, her irritation rising once again, but before she could react, Yvette linked her arm with Wanda’s, offering a gentle reminder. “Mom, don’t let an outsider bother you. Madam Gibson is known for her relaxed demeanor—she won’t lose her temper over a rumor.”
Her voice was soft, but the implication was clear: “Don’t let this woman get under your skin.” Yvette’s words were carefully chosen to keep Wanda composed and prevent her from losing face in front of the others.
Wanda, seeing the point, sighed heavily. “I’ve really messed up, trying to help her.”
Yvette gave her a reassuring smile, squeezing her arm. “Mom, you’re not wrong. People these days have big egos. Handing a bank card directly might come across as disrespectful to some sensitive individuals.”
The subtle jab wasn’t lost on Wynter. Was Yvette implying that she was too prideful? She met her gaze with a slight tilt of her head. Yvette was clever, but she wasn’t fooling anyone.
Earlier that morning, Wynter had caught a glimpse of Yvette through the car window. She knew Yvette had seen her here at the hotel, but did Yvette think she had forgotten? Wynter smiled inwardly. It seemed the clever young woman had already forgotten the real reason Wynter was in town today—treating someone important, someone Yvette would never even guess.
