The Woman From Hell

The Yards' mansion.

Silas scrutinized me, his gaze contemplative before a smile crept onto his old face. "You're here. You've thought things through, then?"

I looked at him and could hear the self-confidence in his voice. Silas had long since known that it would not be long before I could no longer stand it and come looking for him. Narrowing my eyes, I smiled. "Yes."

He was probably confident that I would return to the Yard family. Silas was beaming. "You've decided to come back and help your brother put things in order, yes? I'll have him offer you more guidance. In the future, you will—" "Old Master Yard, you've misunderstood," I cut him off.

I noticed his grip on the cane tightening slightly. His expression instantly stiffened, and the air in the room immediately dropped.

Beside me, Sylvester tugged at me. "Sister, stop messing with Grandfather."

Shaking my head, I looked at Silas whose eyes were looking down. "Why would I mess around given my life is at stake?"

fearsome figure. I glanced at Sylvester before quickly locking my gaze on Silas again. His eyes were still down, and he was not looking at me, but I could tell he was holding back his emotions. He probably did not want

I said. I won't go back to the Yards. I came here today to confirm something." I looked at Silas and enunciated word by word, "Those people who came looking for me, were you the one who released information about me?" "Sister, how could you

him coldly. "You'd better call me by my name, Mr. Yard. I don't deserve to cling to

up at me. "What if I said yes?" His voice was hoarse and imposing. He actually

expected, you've been incorrigible since the start, Old Master Yard. You're still intolerable of others refusal

Sylvester stopped me as he was afraid that I

"Let her speak."

Silas' order, Sylvester did not dare try

Yards, you released information about me being your granddaughter to lure those people to trouble me. I thought you changed, that you were no longer as cold-blooded and as ruthless as you were before. But I know now that people don't change easily. Everything about you is engraved into your bones and can't be changed. I won't go back to the Yards, and I don't want anything to do with the family. I came here today just because I want

"What does that entail?"

family's enemies to me," I requested solemnly. "I just want you to do