The Woman From Hell

My words obviously surprised Silas. The way he looked at me also changed slightly as if there was a myriad of emotions thrown into the mix, all tangled up. His emotions did not matter to me, however.

This small room was not big, and I could see the end at a glance. Yet the stories to be told from it would take more than one day and one night.

I admitted that I had a better understanding of my mother, Millicent, after visiting this room, but she still felt like a stranger to me in the end.

After leaving the room, Silas and I sat facing each other on the sofa in the living room.

He sat in the middle of the couch, looking fully like the head of the family.

Sylvester was sitting upright on the chaise longue to the side, his back straight.

He behaved really well in front of his elders.

Silas' gaze stayed on me since the start. It was oppressive. My heart felt weak, but my expression was still calm.

"Sellie, you're a member of the Yards regardless. Our blood flows in your veins. Come back." Silas changed the way he addressed me, but it did not sit right with me no matter what.

I shook my head lightly. I had no interest in becoming part of the Yard family. "I'm sorry. This place is unfamiliar to me, and I have no intention of coming back. I'm here today because someone tricked me into coming here."

I was still angry when I brought this up.

Sylvester actually lied to me saying that the old man was seriously ill.

I glared at Sylvester, who was beside me, with an angry gaze. He also looked at me when he sensed my gaze. Our eyes met, and he lowered his head guiltily. He coughed a few times to relieve the awkwardness.

"It's not easy for you out there alone. You have children as well. You've already divorced Theo Grant now. So, come back." Silas' voice was hoarse, but his tone was firm. It would not be easy to reject him.

Sylvester could hear the old man's suppressed emotions and turned to me to advise, "You're a child of the Yards, that's a certainty. We spent so many years looking for you. Considering our persistence, you shouldn't refuse us anymore." I turned away and pressed my lips together, saying nothing.

Silas' expression dropped obviously when he saw my reaction.

"Just what's so bad about returning to the Yards?!" There was anger in Silas' words now. He was like a volcano that was about to explode.

"Sister, don't make Grandfather angry. His body is weak. Just accept."

Sylvester was obviously worried about the old man getting angry, which was why he asked me not to disobey him.

However, they could not force me to do something I did not want to do.

I met Silas hostile eyes. His face, which carried the traces of time, was imposing. It seemed like he would worsen someone's situation till they could no longer get back up if he did not get things his way.

I looked at him and said clearly, "I refuse."

"Sister!"

"Mr. Yard, my surname is Lane." My eyes fell on Sylvester, who had been speaking. My face was void of expression. "The Yard family? It's but a cold cage. I don't want to be imprisoned here, Mr. Yard.

I turned my gaze to Silas. I was not afraid of his sharp gaze. "So please let me go. Just take it that I passed with your daughter."Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

After saying that, I picked up my feet and was about to leave.

"Stop her!"

The moment Silas said that, several bodyguards appeared in front of me.

Looking at the burly men in front of me, I turned around and smiled. "Are you trying to make a repeat of the past, Old Master Yard? Are you not afraid that I'll make the same choice as my mother did?!"

Both Silas and Sylvester were taken aback when I said this. Sylvester hurriedly said, "Don't talk to your grandfather like that!"