“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.
Josiah did not seem to notice the fact that he was feeling annoyed that the dog got loose because he knew that Meredith was terrified of dogs.
Miss Leah shook her head and lied, “I don’t know. Perhaps it escaped on its own since it did not see Yena today.”
Miss Leah obviously knew how Ysabelle had tortured Meredith.
Not only did she know, she desperately wanted to tear Meredith into pieces.
“What did you feed it with?” Josiah asked.
The Tibetan Mastiff had a body of white fur, yet the fur around its mouth had several blood spots all over.
Noticing 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 poor baby girl…”
Josiah knew right away where the blood came from.
He hesitated a while before heading toward the basement.
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