After His Sweetheart Moved In, He Came Home Every Night-Chapter 95: Third Uncle Will Always Find Her

Alice York couldn’t bear to hear Wyatt Sterling’s voice right now. All she wanted was to hang up.

Just as she had frantically swiped the screen to answer when she didn’t know who was calling earlier, she was now frantically swiping, just wanting to hang up.

Wyatt Sterling’s gentle voice came through the phone. "Alice York, say something."

Useless tears fell one by one onto the screen. She remained silent until he said, "I’m coming to get you now."

"You don’t have to get me."

She maintained her usual tone, afraid he would notice something was wrong. She also didn’t want him to see her in such a pathetic state.

Wyatt Sterling: "You’ll come on your own?"

Alice York replied, "I’ll just pack a few things and come over."

"Mm."

He responded with a noncommittal "mm" from the other end and then promptly hung up.

’Good, he didn’t notice anything.’

Alice York quickly wiped her tears and composed herself. She wasn’t going to Shorecrest tonight. If anyone saw her face like this, it would be hard to explain.

As for Wyatt Sterling, she had been hit because of him. What else was there to consider?

’I don’t want to see him at all before tomorrow!’

She quickly removed the SIM card from her phone and then used her iPad to send Zoe Jenson a WeChat message: [Come get me at West River. Underground garage.]

She wasn’t leaving through the main entrance because Wyatt Sterling had arranged for someone to watch her. As long as that person was watching, her every move would be reported to Wyatt Sterling, and she detested being monitored like this.

Zoe Jenson replied quickly: [Leaving now. About ten minutes. Wait for me.]

Once she confirmed Zoe Jenson could pick her up, Alice York put away her iPad and changed her clothes. When she left, she wore a hat and a mask, taking the elevator directly down to the first basement level.

A few minutes later, Zoe Jenson’s car appeared in the garage with its hazard lights flashing. Alice York opened the passenger door and got in.

"Alice, why are you bundled up so tightly?" Zoe Jenson leaned over. "I can barely see your face."

"You can look later," Alice York urged her. "Just drive for now."

"Oh, okay." Zoe Jenson turned the steering wheel. "Where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere is fine."

’As long as it’s not West River, Shorecrest, or the old family home, anywhere is fine.’

Zoe Jenson suggested, "How about my place?"

After Zoe Jenson graduated, her parents bought her a large apartment in a high-end complex with strict security. Alice York thought for a moment, then nodded. "Let’s go."

They arrived at the complex.

Once they were in the elevator, Zoe Jenson leaned in and tried to pull off Alice York’s mask and hat. "Let me see. You don’t usually hide your face like this."

Alice York held Zoe Jenson’s hands down. "Just wait."

Zoe Jenson stared at Alice York’s exposed eyes, seemed to guess what had happened, and pulled her hands back.

Inside the apartment, Alice York took off her mask and hat in front of Zoe Jenson. The moment her face was revealed, Alice saw tears welling up in Zoe’s eyes. She couldn’t hold back anymore, and her own eyes grew redder.

"Why is it so swollen? Who hit you?" Zoe Jenson wanted to touch it but didn’t dare, her heart aching for her.

Alice York said, "I put ice on it before I left. It’s already much better."

"What do you mean, ’better’? One side of your face is completely swollen." Zoe Jenson leaned in and gently blew on Alice York’s cheek.

Alice York smiled and pushed her away gently. "It doesn’t hurt that much anymore, really."

Zoe Jenson’s expression turned serious. "Who hit you?"

Alice York didn’t say who, but Zoe Jenson guessed from her hesitant expression. "It was your mom, wasn’t it?"

Alice York pressed her lips together but still let out a quiet "mm."

Now Zoe Jenson was both furious and heartbroken. "I knew it was her! All these years, not only has she completely failed to fulfill her duties as a mother, but she also hits you at the drop of a hat. Is she your stepmom or something?"

The term "stepmother" wasn’t an unfair description of Mindy Vaughn at all.

Besides, in Zoe Jenson’s memory, Mindy Vaughn had always been the image of a cruel mother. The things she’d done to Alice York could only be described as utterly callous.

Alice York changed the subject. "Can you boil an egg for me?"

Zoe Jenson understood immediately. "Oh, right! A hard-boiled egg can reduce swelling. I’ll go boil one right now!"

「Ten minutes later.」

Zoe Jenson wrapped the peeled, hard-boiled egg in a towel and gently pressed it against Alice York’s face. "Tell me if it hurts. I’m afraid I’m not controlling the pressure right."

Alice York’s lips curved. "It doesn’t hurt."

Zoe Jenson mumbled, "Of course it doesn’t hurt after the worst of it has passed, but your face is still swollen."

Alice York was already in a much better state of mind. "It’s fine. It’ll be mostly gone by tomorrow."

"It’s a good thing you’re so resilient. You always just take it."

Zoe Jenson was afraid of upsetting Alice York, so she didn’t ask why she’d been hit this time. For now, she focused on applying the egg with extreme care and gentleness, praying that the swelling would be completely gone by morning. That slap must have been vicious.

By the time Zoe Jenson was done, Alice York had fallen asleep leaning against the back of the sofa. Not wanting to wake her, Zoe brought over a blanket and draped it over her.

However, just as she covered her, Alice York’s eyes opened.

Zoe Jenson pulled her hand back. "Did I wake you?"

The tips of Alice York’s eyelashes were damp, and her gaze was lowered. "I was just so tired."

"I can tell." Zoe Jenson’s eyes were filled with pity.

Alice York didn’t get up, continuing to lean back as she spoke to Zoe Jenson. "If I kept a really important secret from you, and you found out one day, would you be mad at me?"

Zoe Jenson said, "Isn’t that obvious? Of course I’d be mad."

Alice York opened her mouth, but then hesitated.

Zoe Jenson let out a laugh. "You should be worried if I *wasn’t* mad. That would mean I don’t care about you at all."

Alice York was stunned for a second, then smiled as well.

Zoe Jenson was a very curious person, but this time she didn’t press Alice York on what the secret was. She understood Alice and knew that if she was hiding something even from her, there had to be a good reason.

She placed a hand on Alice York’s shoulder. "You should go sleep in the bedroom."

"Okay."

Alice York let Zoe Jenson help her up and went to the bedroom. She had just lain down when she heard the doorbell chime.

"Who would be at my door at this hour?" Zoe Jenson looked puzzled.

Alice York’s heart tightened, but in the next second, she heard Zoe Jenson say, "Oh, I ordered a cooking service from a housekeeping app just now. It must be the cook."

Hearing this, Alice York breathed a sigh of relief.

"I’ll get the door. You get some sleep. I’ll come get you when the food is ready."

"Okay."

Alice York nodded.

Leaving the bedroom, Zoe Jenson walked toward the entryway. She lived in a high-end apartment with top-notch building security, so she was used to opening the door directly. This time was no different.

But when Zoe Jenson opened the door, she froze completely.

’Am I seeing things?’

’The person outside the door is Alice’s Third Uncle! Wyatt Sterling!’

’How... how is he at my apartment??’

Wyatt Sterling’s cold gaze fell on the still-stunned Zoe Jenson. He didn’t ask if Alice York was there. He simply said, "Pardon the intrusion," and walked straight in, with Mason Cheney following behind him.

’His aura is more terrifying than a home invasion.’

Zoe Jenson snapped back to her senses and boldly stepped forward to block Wyatt Sterling. "Third Master Sterling, who are you looking for at my home?"

Wyatt Sterling said coolly, "Who do you think?"

Zoe Jenson stood there dumbfounded for two seconds. ’Who do I think? I think he’s obviously looking for Alice! But for Wyatt Sterling to come find Alice at my apartment in person... did Alice get into some huge trouble? Or are the Sterlings going to sell her off again?’

’All of these were possibilities, and none of them were good!’

Zoe Jenson’s expression turned guarded.

Wyatt Sterling’s gaze swept across the living room. Seeing no sign of Alice York, he asked in a low voice, "Where is she?"