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?"

Yard family and was well aware of what type of person the old man was. Judging by his expression and tone, one could tell that Silas had not changed. He was still a fearsome figure. I glanced at Sylvester before

looking for me, were you the one who released information about me?" "Sister, how could you talk like this to

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

said yes?" His voice was hoarse

Yard. You're still intolerable of others refusal like back then. You insist

talking." Sylvester stopped me as he was afraid that I would say something

"Let her speak."

Silas' order, Sylvester did not dare

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

"What does that entail?"

that will lead your family's enemies to me," I requested solemnly. "I