“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.

seem to notice the fact that he was feeling annoyed that the dog got loose because he knew that Meredith was terrified

head and lied, “I don’t know. Perhaps it

Leah obviously knew how Ysabelle had

know, she desperately wanted to tear

did you feed it with?” Josiah

Mastiff had a body of white fur, yet the fur

such pain, even the dog had sensed it and wanted to avenge her, oh my poor baby

where

before heading toward

 

and dark basement was dimly lit only by a

and mud, was cowering

nudged her with his shoes and urged, “Get

Meredith remained still.

hissed coldly,

Josiah bent over, grabbed the back of her shirt to

heat he felt when his fingers grazed

guessed that her body temperature must be over forty

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