The Woman From Hell
Chapter 2581

His every word was so heavily laced with emotion that it moved people.

In that instant, faint ripples of fear flowed through my heart.

Yet the pain when I thought of the night before my mother died was even more incredible.

Closing my eyes, her hateful eyes and helpless demeanor filled my mind.

When I opened them again, I regained my footing.

I looked at Sylvester and smiled. "President Yard, your words are moving, but do you think I'd believe them?" My smile grew wider after I said that.

Sylvester's body faltered when he heard that. He obviously had not expected that answer from me.

After a moment, he came back to his senses and asked, "You don't?"

"Of course not." There was doubt in my eyes as I immediately resumed, "Every time I close my eyes now, I'd think of how Silas had allowed outsiders to break into our mother's room the night before she died. They humiliated her and forced her to her death. Why would I trust such a ruthless person?!"

Sylvester's expression froze, and he dropped his hands from the table with furrowed brows. "Who told you this?"

Judging from his tone, it seemed like Sylvester already knew about it.

I narrowed my eyes at him and asked him a question that I did not want to ask but had to. "You knew?"

"1..."

Sylvester dodged my gaze, his words stuttering. I knew his answer without him even saying it.

I forced down the anger as my throat bobbed. "I thought you were the same as me. I didn't expect you to actually be the same as Silas!"

A wave of anger filled my chest.

Tears were lingering in my eyes as if

they would pour out the next second could no longer control my emotions, and like a volcano

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"You knew why Mom died, yet you still remain at the Yard household where you continue to help him!" I yelled loudly, venting my dissatisfaction.

Sylvester just sat in his chair like that, listening to me roar without making a sound.

Frowning heavily, I shook my head. "Do you think you're treating Mom fairly by doing this? Don't you want to avenge her? Don't you want Silas to atone?!"

He also looked very sad. Sylvester

raised his head and met my eyes after everything I said. He touched his chest. Tell me, what should I do, then? What should I do that would I

be considered redemption? C

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be like you said? That defeating Silas and tearing down Yard Group is redemption? Everything of the Yards belongs to her!"

"Do you still not know what Mom wants until now? Are all the things she wants superficial? What she wanted was just a home. Don't you understand?"

I yelled as broke down. Tears were

welling up in my eyes, and my face was tear-streaked. "None of you understand it. That's why you're like him think our conversations over."

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Wiping away my tears, I picked up my bag and was about to leave.

"Wanda, don't think you can do anything to hurt the Yard family just because you invoke her name. The Yards are not so easily defeated." Sylvester's voice was terribly low.

I scoffed coldly and responded without looking back at his expression, "This time, I'll let you know what it feels like to lose."

After saying that, I walked away. I did not even want to know what his reaction was at the moment. I only wanted to see their expressions after the Yard family was defeated. Just like that, our conversation this time ended.