The Woman From Hell

His every word was so heavily laced with emotion that it moved people.

In that instant, faint ripples of fear flowed through my heart.

Yet the pain when I thought of the night before my mother died was even more incredible.

Closing my eyes, her hateful eyes and helpless demeanor filled my mind.

When I opened them again, I regained my footing.

I looked at Sylvester and smiled. "President Yard, your words are moving, but do you think I'd believe them?" My smile grew wider after I said that.

Sylvester's body faltered when he heard that. He obviously had not expected that answer from me.

After a moment, he came back to his senses and asked, "You don't?"

"Of course not." There was doubt in my eyes as I immediately resumed, "Every time I close my eyes now, I'd think of how Silas had allowed outsiders to break into our mother's room the night before she died. They humiliated her and forced her to her death. Why would I trust such a ruthless person?!"

Sylvester's expression froze, and he dropped his hands from the table with furrowed brows. "Who told you this?"

Judging from his tone, it seemed like Sylvester already knew about it.

and asked him a question that I did

"1..."

stuttering. I knew his answer

down the anger as my throat bobbed. "I thought you were the same as me. I

of anger filled my

lingering in my eyes as

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stood up. t

you still remain at the Yard household where you continue to help

his chair like that, listening to me roar without making a

think you're treating Mom fairly by doing this? Don't you want to avenge her?

looked very sad.

met my eyes after everything I said. He touched his chest. Tell me, what should I do, then? What should I do

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