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?"

still a 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.

confirm something." I looked at Silas and enunciated word by word, "Those people who came looking for

me by my name, Mr. Yard. I don't deserve to

finally looked up at me. "What if I said yes?" His voice

Master Yard. You're still intolerable of others refusal like back then. You insist on having things your way even if it

talking." Sylvester stopped me as he was afraid

"Let her speak."

did not dare try to stop me

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

"What does that entail?"

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