After His Sweetheart Moved In, He Came Home Every Night-Chapter 66: Wyatt Sterling Has No Chance

Alice York was at a bit of a loss.

She was trying to comfort the sobbing Zoe Jenson while wiping her tears, her hands and mouth struggling to keep up.

"Alice, I thought you were having a hard time here, but I never imagined it was this bad! Your neck is bruised like this, and your hands are all hurt..."

Zoe Jenson was a sobbing mess, but that didn’t stop her from lashing out. "The Churchills are going too far! And the Sterlings! None of them are good people!"

Alice York covered Zoe Jenson’s mouth. "Shh, not so loud."

Zoe Jenson pressed her lips together. She had been too indignant and forgotten that Alice York was here against her will.

Once Zoe Jenson had calmed down a bit, Alice York led her to the edge of the bed and handed her a glass of water. "These injuries you’re seeing were all accidents. No one in the Churchill family is abusing me."

"But you lived in Silvanus for years and never had this many accidents."

Zoe Jenson had a point, and Alice York couldn’t argue.

She had been quite unlucky during her time in Washington, but she was optimistic, chalking it all up to one thing—’It’s my zodiac year.’

If she blamed everything on her zodiac year, it all made sense.

Zoe Jenson admired Alice York’s attitude. "Only you could stay so optimistic. If I were the one going through all this, I’m pretty sure I’d go crazy."

Alice York gave a wry smile and urged her to drink the water and soothe her throat.

After she finished the water and had completely calmed down, Zoe Jenson finally remembered her uncle, Holden Locke, whom she had forgotten about.

She quickly told Alice York, "My uncle came too, but they wouldn’t let him in. He’s waiting for me in the car by himself."

Alice York wasn’t surprised. "That’s because Third Uncle only gave you permission to come. He wouldn’t allow anyone else."

The curtains were drawn tight, and the room was a bit stuffy.

Alice York went to pull back the curtains and open a window. A few wisps of cool air drifted in, instantly making her feel refreshed.

As she turned, her peripheral vision caught three figures in the backyard, standing under the sparse lights.

She froze, peering out from behind the curtain.

The shadows were too deep for Alice York to make out the faces of the other two, but she could see the leader clearly. It was Kyle Churchill.

The real Kyle Churchill.

The flickering light cast an eerie glow on his grim face, making him look like a flesh-eating demon. Someone beside him presented something, and Alice York narrowed her eyes to get a better look.

Had it been anything else, she probably wouldn’t have been able to make it out, no matter how good her vision was. But this was something she was familiar with. She identified it in an instant from its shape and packaging—a syringe.

"Alice, what are you looking at?"

Zoe Jenson walked over.

Alice York calmly drew the curtains. "Just looking at the weather. A bright moon and few stars... it’ll probably rain tomorrow."

Zoe Jenson wanted to look too, but Alice York grabbed her wrist, stopping her. "It’s late."

They had known each other for years and had a certain rapport. Zoe Jenson could tell from Alice York’s expression that something was wrong.

"Was that your Third Uncle?" Zoe Jenson asked, her voice uncertain.

Alice York shook her head. "No. It was the Churchills."

Right now, all she could think about was the syringe in Kyle Churchill’s hand.

The more she thought, the more uneasy she felt.

Wyatt Sterling’s kick today had utterly humiliated Kyle Churchill. Knowing Kyle’s personality, he wouldn’t just let it go. But he wasn’t the type for a direct confrontation; he preferred to strike from the shadows when you least expected it.

’Could he... be going after Wyatt Sterling tonight?’

"Alice, I used to see your Third Uncle as this terrifying person, just like you did. But I think my opinion has changed a little," Zoe Jenson mused. "When I came in earlier, I was so intimidated when I saw him, but he was surprisingly easy-going. He even chatted with me."

Alice York snapped out of her thoughts. "What did Third Uncle talk to you about?"

Zoe Jenson pursed her lips. "He just asked how long I’ve known you and how well I know you."

They were all simple questions, easy to answer. Nothing too difficult.

But there was one more question that Zoe Jenson found particularly odd. She suddenly looked at Alice York.

That look gave Alice York a bad feeling. "Third Uncle asked something else?"

Zoe Jenson nodded. "Your Third Uncle also asked if I knew when you started to like ’that person’. Wait a second... I didn’t know you liked someone, Alice! Is that true, or was your Third Uncle just trying to get information out of me?"

’That person’... Wyatt Sterling must have been asking about Owen Sterling.

Alice York pressed her lips together. "How did you answer?"

"I just said I didn’t know. Because I really don’t!" Zoe Jenson said with a look of perfect sincerity.

"And what was Third Uncle’s reaction?"

Zoe Jenson shook her head and turned to sit back down. "He didn’t really have a reaction. He didn’t ask any more questions after that."

Just as Zoe Jenson was about to sit down, Alice York walked over and grabbed her. "Don’t sit. You need to go."

Zoe Jenson looked up, bewildered.

?

Alice York’s voice was tinged with exasperation. "Don’t keep your uncle waiting. Go on back. I’ll find a way to see you tomorrow."

Zoe Jenson could tell from her tone that something was wrong and was about to ask, but Alice York just shook her head, silently telling her not to.

"Okay, I’ll go then." Zoe Jenson knew when to press and when to back off. "You have to come tomorrow. Don’t stand me up."

"Okay," Alice York promised.

After seeing Zoe Jenson off, Alice York rushed back and went straight to Wyatt Sterling’s rooms. She knocked anxiously. No response. She knocked again. Still nothing.

This terrified Alice. Just as she was about to push the door open, Mason Cheney’s puzzled voice sounded from behind her. "Miss Alice?"

Alice York turned. Seeing Mason Cheney, her racing heart calmed slightly.

"Are you here to see the Third Master, Miss Alice?" Mason Cheney asked.

"I knocked, but there was no answer," Alice York said. "Is Third Uncle not in?"

Mason Cheney told her, "Young Mr. Churchill sent someone a little while ago to invite the Third Master out for drinks. He said he wanted to apologize for what happened this afternoon. The Third Master has already left."

Hearing this, Alice felt her vision go dark.

She was too late.

"Is it urgent, Miss Alice? We’re not sure when the Third Master will return. Perhaps you could come back tomorrow morning," Mason Cheney suggested, noticing the tension on her face.

A tightness constricted Alice York’s chest. She forced herself to remain calm and asked, "Do you know where Kyle Churchill took him?"

Mason Cheney nodded. Alice York immediately started pushing him toward the door. "Quick! Take me to Third Uncle! I saw Kyle Churchill with a syringe just now. He’s in danger!"

The color drained from Mason Cheney’s face, clearly not expecting this. "Miss Alice, when did you see Kyle Churchill with a syringe?"

"Just stop asking questions! Hurry and get the car. Take me to Third Uncle! Something bad will happen if we’re too late," Alice York urged, shoving him forward.

「At the same time.」

Wyatt Sterling had already arrived at the private room Kyle Churchill had booked at the club.

This was a very famous club in Washington, in which the Churchill family held shares. Kyle Churchill often brought his friends here, and the club had even provided him with his own exclusive private room.

Wyatt Sterling sat on the sofa. Behind him stood two thugs hired by Kyle Churchill. He had come alone tonight, and this was Kyle Churchill’s turf. It was obvious who held the upper hand.

Wyatt Sterling had no chance.