“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.

did not seem to notice the fact that he was feeling annoyed that the dog

it escaped

how Ysabelle had

desperately

did you feed

of white fur, yet the fur around its mouth had

Yena is in such pain, even the dog had sensed

where the blood

while before heading toward the

 

dark basement was dimly lit

blood and mud, was cowering at

she was not moving, Josiah nudged her with his shoes and urged,

Meredith remained still.

hissed coldly, “Meredith Leighton, do you not hear

the back of her shirt

was immediately startled by the burning heat he felt when his fingers grazed across the back of

her body temperature must be over

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