Chapter 209


    “Okay then, take me to Josiah’s mansion tonight.” “What?” Meredith was a little stunned. She could not


    believe what she was hearing. “That simple?”


    “Yes. I miss Josiah a little. I don’t have a reason to go to see him now that Yena is not there, so…”


    Ysabelle leaned forward and looked at Meredith. “You know what I mean, right?” Ysabelle has been


    troubled for two days. She could not find the perfect opportunity to drug Josiah. She was just wondering


    what excuse she should use to stay in Josiah’s mansion. If Meredith was willing to help her, that would


    work. Meredith noddled. “I understand. You want to go see Josiah tonight, right? Okay, I’ll help you, but


    you have to help me…” “Okay. It’s just doing a match test with that little b*stard. I can go do it,” Ysabelle


    interrupted Meredith. Although Ysabelle’s promises were unreliable, Meredith had no other choice. Other


    than hoping Ysabelle could find the kindness in her, what else could she do?


    At night, Josiah returned to his mansion exhaustedly. The mansion was quiet. He scanned his


    surroundings and an inexplicable rage burned in him. What did that despicable woman treat his house


    as? She could juste and go as she wished?


    He annoyedly tugged his tie free. He was just about to head upstairs when he suddenly heard a


    coquettish, gentle voice, “Josiah, you’re back.”


    Josiah stopped in his tracks and looked in the direction of the back door.


    Seeing Ysabelle carrying a cup of watering over from the storage room, Josiah furrowed his brow


    and asked, “Why are you in my home?”


    A hint of disappointment rose in Ysabelle’s heart. She knew that Josiah would have this reaction. He did


    not wee her arrival at all. Which was why Ysabelle used Meredith.


    “Josiah, when I went to see Yena in the hospital today, I saw that Meredith was feeling unwell, so I sent


    her back.”


    N?velDrama.Org holds text ? rights.


    Ysabelle was wearing cotton pajamas. Her pajamas were rather reserved. It was Meredith’s style.


    Josiah looked in the direction of the storage room. His tone was cold. “If she’s unwell, why didn’t she stay


    in the hospital to get treated?”


    “That’s what I said too, but she said she didn’t want to waste the money. She insisted oning back


    home to lie down.” Ysabelle went forward and asked concernedly, “Josiah, are you hungry? I’ll go make


    some food for you. Do you want some?”


    “Get her to get up and make them for me!” Josiah said tly before heading upstairs.


    “Josiah, Meredith is sick. Let me do it.”


    “Sick? When I saw her this afternoon, I didn’t see any signs of sickness.” Josiah thought about how


    Meredith asked him to do a match test with her daughter under the pretense of making him lunch. He


    wanted to kill her.


    Ysabelle was a little disappointed by his rejection. She could only obediently return to the storage room.


    She said to Meredith, “Did you hear him? Josiah is asking you to make him some food.”


    Meredith was scrolling through the inte with her cracked-screen phone, looking upon bone marrow


    transnts when she heard what Ysabelle said. She got up and headed toward the back door. “Hold up!”


    Ysabelle called after her and said, “Once you’ve made the food, pass it to me. I’ll send it to Josiah.”


    “Got it.”


    Meredith went to the kitchen and found some ingredients to make some food. After making them,


    Ysabelle immediately picked them up and headed upstairs with them.