The Woman From Hell

"Are you... threatening me?" Silas' grip on the cane tightened a bit more, and his eyes that were on me had become even fiercer.

I met his fierce gaze and gulped but still maintained my visage of calm as before. "You don't have to think it's a threat."

Sparks seemed to flicker as our gazes met.

After a while, Silas suddenly smiled. "As expected of a descendent of the Yards; you're rather tough. Our blood still flows through your veins, so that still makes you one of us. This I will not back down on."

His words were firm and decisive, but they gave rise to my doubts. "Why do you insist that I come back? You already have a grandson. You don't have to worry about the company being unattended." "You're Millicent's daughter. That's why you must return!"

I felt Silas' arrogance swell incredibly in an instant.

"You already forced her to her death. I don't want to end up like her. Since you insist on this, then I have nothing else to say." With that, I turned around and prepared to take my leave.

"You think you can come and leave this place as you please?"

The moment Silas said that, two to three individuals appeared and blocked my way.

I turned around and looked at Silas. "What's the meaning of this?"

you came here because I wanted to give you time to consider. Now, you've decided to go against

in his words. He nodded at those people, and two of them immediately came up to grab my arms. I wanted to fight them off, but they were too strong while I was

have my granddaughter reflect on herself," Silas' eyes

of me. Sylvester, have them

me, seemingly already knowing that this would happen. He was not surprised by what was happening at all. "Sister, you should think about this seriously."

brought me out of the living room and dragged me downstairs before throwing me into one of

doing is illegal! Hey!" I smacked the door hard

let you out unless you agree to us," Sylvester

of the door, "This is what he did to lock our mother up back then. He asked me to reflect, but why doesn't he reflect on

is for the good

Yards all these years that he could not even tell

useless for me to say anything

and the others, but there was no

is furnished with a signal jammer. You

Shit!

miscalculated. I should not have returned to