The Woman From Hell

There was the smell of sandalwood in the air.

It was said that this scent could restrain people's impetuous emotions.

Could I have been affected by this scent?

"Mill..."

There was melodious music playing in the room, but it abruptly stopped when I entered the room.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Silas opened his eyes slightly, his dim eyes brightening all of a sudden when he looked at me.

I recalled a lot of people thinking that I was very similar to Millicent when I was investigating her. Silas probably thought the same.

His gaze was burning up, and I felt a little uncomfortable being stared at. It was as if he was seeing through me.

Noticing my strange expression, Silas finally shifted his gaze. He glanced at the seat opposite him, hinting for me to take a seat.

Silas's gaze seemed to carry enormous power that made it impossible to refuse him.

I did not know how I got there, but after regaining my senses, I sat opposite him. I looked up. My eyes met Silas' majestic gaze, and I abruptly lowered my head.

I was being too cowardly.

Pursing my lips, I raised my head again but did not dare meet Silas' terrifying eyes again. Settling my gaze not far away, I said unnaturally, "Uhm... Uh, My. Yard said you were sick, so he brought me here to see you." No, Silas did not look like a sick person. He looked hale and healthy.

I was still deceived despite being at this age.

Breathing in deeply, my expression changed slightly. "You look to be in good spirits. I suppose it's nothing serious, then. I have to go back to take care of my children, so I'll take my leave first."

Just when I was about to get up, Silas, who had been silent, suddenly said, "Miss Grant, wait a moment."

The moment I heard his voice, I grew aware of the vicissitudes of his past that spanned decades.

He called me 'Miss Grant,' however, and that surprised me.

I looked at him, and for a moment, I forgot what to do next.

Facing me, Silas might have felt that he looked too serious and curled the corners of his lips. "Don't be nervous, Miss Grant. I just want to see how my daughter's child is doing."

I only knew about how he was cruel, ruthless, and had no regard for life. Seeing him today, however, I felt a sense of closeness like he was an ordinary father.

Yet I knew very well that Silas was definitely not an ordinary person if the Yards could have such a business.

"Your daughter is no longer here. Is it important that you get to see me?"

Silas was holding a cane in his hand. He pulled it forward, and it elicited a sound from being scraped against the ground. I heard him sigh. "I know you won't understand. I just wanted to see you to know how you were getting along."

"Would it matter if I was doing well or not?" My tone was calm.

"You're right. The Yards don't have many children. I hope you can take charge of the huge family business together with Sylvester."

I could not help but shake my head when I heard this. "I've never met you. There's no lost love between the Yards and me. You just want to arrange my future. Looks like you're exactly as the rumors say." Silas frowned, the smile disappearing from the corners of his mouth. Only sternness was left. "What did you hear?"

"That you're stiff, inflexible, and

dogmatic. That you've never listened

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to the wishes of others and only cared about arranging their lives. The moment one goes against you is when you pursue them to the end to impose duty." I did not hesitate to say the things I had heard about Silas.

Silas looked like he was about to stand up and teach me a lesson at first, but he restrained himself. He sat back down and said with a smile, "The only ones who dare say this in front of me are really only you

you and your mother. Your two 3.

temperaments are exactly the same."