The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 764

Chapter 764 The Brother’s Shadow

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Chapter 764 The Brother’s Shadow

Wendy’s plea lingered in Yunice’s mind long after she walked away.

“He’s in the executive lounge. Every afternoon, he’s there. At least go see for yourself.”

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She hadn’t turned back then, but the words burrowed into her thoughts, looping like a curse.

Pain. Guilt.

Was Oscar truly living with those chains around his neck all these years?

At last, blood ties and buried questions tugged her feet toward the top floor. She told herself it was only to confirm Wendy’s story, just one glance–then she would leave for good.

The lounge was hushed, nearly empty. Her eyes found him at once.

Oscar.

He sat by the window in a white shirt, sleeves rolled back, a laptop and coffee before him. But his gaze wasn’t on the screen. It drifted outside, toward the endless sea, his profile worn and weary, far from the polished man she’d glimpsed on the plane.

He must have felt her stare. His head turned slowly.

The moment their eyes met, Oscar froze. Color drained from his face, pupils tightening like he’d seen a ghost.

He jerked upright, knocking over his coffee. The dark liquid spread quickly across the linen tablecloth.

“Ms… Ms. Saunders.” His tongue stumbled over the old name he used to call her. He caught himself, forced a formal correction. The sound was hoarse, raw.

That unguarded panic hit Yunice harder than she expected.

Maybe Wendy hadn’t lied.

A server rushed over to mop the mess.

Oscar drew a shaky breath, trying to steady himself, but the shock lingered in the way he twisted his fingers. “Why are you here? Did Wendy-”

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Chapter 764 The Brother’s Shadow

His expression darkened with a flicker of anger.

After a long pause, his mouth curved in a fragile smile. “I told her your daughter reminded me of you when you were little. They say daughters resemble fathers more, but she… she’s so much like you. I still remember–before I went abroad, you were only thirteen or fourteen. Those years are etched deepest in my memory. You and Owen were always together. And me? You were proper and distant with me, always. I used to be jealous… wondering why you’d loop your arms around Owen’s neck, but never mine. You clung to everyone–except me.”

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