“Get out!” Josiah ordered coldly.

Glancing at the cold but perfectly-sculptured face of his, Ysabelle secretly swore that like Meredith, she too would make Josiah her husband.

“Alright, I’ll leave. Remember to finish the soup,” said Ysabelle before she left the room.

Instead of drinking the soup, Josiah got ready to visit Yena at the hospital.

Josiah only returned late at night.

Upon seeing Miss Leah, the maid who was cleaning the house, he asked with a straight face, “Has Meredith admitted to her wrongdoings?”

“No. She remained adamant that she did not push Yena,” replied Miss Leah whose eyes were red-rimmed, and added, “Sir, will Yena be alright?”

“Don’t worry, she will regain her consciousness,” said Josiah without saying anything else before heading up to the second floor.

Just when he was about to go up the stairs, he noticed the Tibetan Mastiff who was supposed to be in the backyard.

“Who let it in?” Josiah asked as he furrowed his brows tightly.

to notice the fact that he was feeling annoyed that the

and lied, “I don’t know. Perhaps it escaped on its

how Ysabelle had

desperately wanted to tear

did you feed it

fur, yet the fur around its mouth had several

“Sir, my poor Yena is in such pain, even the dog had

away where the blood came

before heading toward

basement was dimly

blood and mud, was cowering

nudged her with his

Meredith remained still.

a little more and hissed coldly, “Meredith Leighton, do

brows furrowed together, Josiah bent over, grabbed the back of her shirt

he felt when

that her body temperature must

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