“Get out!” Josiah ordered coldly.

Glancing at the cold but perfectly-sculptured face of his, Ysabelle secretly swore that like Meredith, she too would make Josiah her husband.

“Alright, I’ll leave. Remember to finish the soup,” said Ysabelle before she left the room.

Instead of drinking the soup, Josiah got ready to visit Yena at the hospital.

Josiah only returned late at night.

Upon seeing Miss Leah, the maid who was cleaning the house, he asked with a straight face, “Has Meredith admitted to her wrongdoings?”

“No. She remained adamant that she did not push Yena,” replied Miss Leah whose eyes were red-rimmed, and added, “Sir, will Yena be alright?”

“Don’t worry, she will regain her consciousness,” said Josiah without saying anything else before heading up to the second floor.

Just when he was about to go up the stairs, he noticed the Tibetan Mastiff who was supposed to be in the backyard.

“Who let it in?” Josiah asked as he furrowed his brows tightly.

that the dog got

lied, “I don’t know. Perhaps it escaped on its own since

how Ysabelle had tortured

desperately wanted to tear

feed it

had a body of white fur, yet the

Josiah’s hardened expression, Miss Leah started bawling, “Sir, my poor Yena is in such pain, even the dog had sensed it and wanted to avenge her, oh my

knew right away where the

while before

 

and dark basement was dimly lit only

blood and mud, was

nudged her

Meredith remained still.

her a little more and hissed coldly, “Meredith Leighton, do you not hear

furrowed together, Josiah bent over, grabbed the back of her shirt to pick

by the burning heat he felt when his fingers grazed

that her body temperature

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