The Woman From Hell
Chapter 2530

"All of this should come to an end..."

Her voice was soft. After that, she got up and ended the recording. The TV screen turned dark.

This was the night before my mother passed.

She lived in despair and left the same way.

My heart suddenly hurt. I gripped my chest, my brows furrowing.

My mother was probably referring to Silas. He forced her to marry and even got everyone else to join in coercing her. Theo's grandfather was one of them. They joined forces to force my mother to fulfill their interest. They forced her to her death.

I would never have dared imagined this to be real if I had not experienced it myself.

How could someone be so cruel to his own daughter?

There were goosebumps all over my body, and my heart ached the more I thought about it.

Brows furrowed, I knocked on the door. "Someone, please hurry. It hurts."

The people outside ignored me. They probably thought I was faking it.

I smacked the door, my heart hurting more and more. I gradually lost my strength and fell by the door.

"Young Master, the lady is shouting inside, but we don't know if she's faking it."

"Regardless, we ought to go in and have a look."

Before I lost consciousness, I heard Sylvester's voice, which was followed by a sea of black. "Wanda? Wanda?"

I heard someone calling me and fought with my eyelids to pry them open.

Sylvester let out a sigh of relief seeing that I had woken up. "Thank goodness you woke up."

I glanced at him and saw Silas sitting at the side through the corner of my eye. The family doctor was reporting to him, "Upon examination, Miss Yard seems to be fine. Her sudden heartache might be due to some intense external stimulation which led to her symptoms. Let's see how she fares after she rests and recuperates."

"Alright," Silas replied lightly before allowing the doctor to leave.

Sylvester still looked worried. "Just what happened to you?"

I glanced at Silas who was at the side and replied, "I saw those recordings my mother made."

"You mean these?" Sylvester pointed at the discs beside my bed.

"Yes. I went through everything."

"Looks like they're nothing good. Get someone to dispose of them." Silas' tone was calm when he gave the order. It seemed insignificant to him.

I hurriedly stopped him. "No! I want to keep them." I grabbed the discs, protecting them from their grasp.

"For what purpose?"

Facing Silas' cold visage, I replied

blankly, "Have you never watched

them? It makes sense. You've probably never seen them.

Otherwise, you would've destroyed them a long time ago. You wouldn't have kept them around until now.

When Silas heard this, he was first stunned before his brows knitted together. "What do you mean?"

"Nothing. Regardless, I want to keep them."

"Suit yourself." Silas got up and walked out, leaving the room.

Sylvester turned to me. "Don't be angry with Grandfather. He actually still misses Mom very much. This used to be Mom's room. He's never touched it and still kept it the same after so many years."

I felt not an ounce of pity for Silas when I heard this. "What's the point of shedding crocodile tears after the person is dead? What he did when Mom was alive is unforgivable."

"Grandfather was just thinking about the overall situation."

"By sacrificing his daughter? How

noble of Old Master Yard, then. Although hungry, a tiger would never hurt its cabs. Yet he was even more terrifying than a tiger." I looked away, no longer wanting to speak with someone who held differing values from me. "I want to rest now."

Sylvester lowered his head. "Alright. I'll leave, then. Get some proper rest."