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?"

up in the 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 quickly locking my gaze on Silas again. His eyes

looking for me, were you

him coldly. "You'd better call me by my name,

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

of others refusal like back then. You insist on having things your way even if it hurts

as he was afraid that I

"Let her speak."

Sylvester did not dare

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

"What does that entail?"

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