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?"

"I let you go the last time you came here because I wanted to give you time to consider. Now, you've decided to go against me. So, I can only keep you here and make you think things through properly."

There was amusement 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 helpless. "You're going to lock me up?"

"I will have my granddaughter reflect on herself," Silas' eyes narrowed as he replied lightly.

"Let go of me. Sylvester, have them release me now."

Sylvester looked at 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." "Bring her down."

The people brought me out of the living room and dragged me downstairs before throwing me into one of the rooms and locking the door.

"Hey, what you guys are doing is illegal! Hey!" I smacked the door hard and shouted.

"Stop yelling. We won't let you out unless you agree to us," Sylvester said coldly while standing at the door.

I stopped hitting the door and said to Sylvester on the other side 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 himself?!"

"Don't disrespect Grandfather. Everything he does is for the good of the Yards. You're the one who lacks consideration."

What kind of brainwashing had he received from the Yards all these years that he could not even tell what was right and wrong?!

I knew it would be useless for me to say anything more to him, so I stopped.

I fished out my phone, wanting to call Shannon and the others, but there was no signal at all. How could a place like this not have any signal?

"Forget about contacting the outside world. This room is furnished with a signal jammer. You won't be able to make any calls out," came Sylvester's voice from outside

Shit!

I miscalculated. I should not have returned to the Yard family.

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outside, Sylvester probably took his leave. I looked around the room and noticed that it was clean. I could tell from one look that it was a woman's room. Could my mother have lived here before?

My gaze moved to the window, and my eyes shone. I hurriedly stepped forward to inspect it, but the windows had been installed with iron bars. I probably would not be able to squeeze myself out

I sighed. Would I really be locked in here forever?

What if I were to pretend to agree and then think of a way to escape after getting out?

This was a risky move, however. Considering Silas' character, he would immediately inform the world that I was a child of the Yards the moment I agreed.

No, no.

I had to come up with something else...